A Summer's Day is Not a Bitch (Poetry)

I Am...

I am from overgrown weeds tangling themselves in the wire fence.

Lush, green, smells like red checkered blankets laid out under the sun.

I am from tall grass in the fields,

Dew drops seeping through thinly woven socks.

I am from late nights under the stars and hands splashing the cool water of the creek.

From the goat heads piercing through my cousin's flimsy shoe.

The bandages sticking to my knee.

Scarlet lips, stained fingertips.

An explosion of sweet and sour on my tongue.

I am from chocolate chip cookies.

Butter and sugar.

Then into the house to scrub away the laughter of the day.

I am bubbles brimming over steaming water

Sun-kissed locks, washed and dried to curls

Towels wrapped around clean bodies

Warm pajamas, with cloth like silk

Buried under clouds of dust and spiderwebs,

memories stirred up. They swirl,

Dreams tart and vibrant

Misting the air with soft nostalgia

Wooden framed beds, feather pillows, quilted sheets

Crickets sing outside the window

With the lilac buds and bees.

They sing a song I know so well

"Hush my darling dearest

You are my summer love

Remember where you come from

Cherish what you've become,"

For I am from the earth,

I can feel it breathe.

I am from the countryside.

The countryside is me.