I am from charging dogs and gentle breezes,
From move-nights packed with friends, to empty, silent hills.
The mountains all surrounding, and clear turquoise skies;
it smells so pure and fresh,
And almost every time I go outside, I hear the “wonderful” clip clip clip clopping sound
of a horse making its way through the ‘hood,
From “Always take that extra step!” and “Hey, dude!”
I am from fur, brown and gold, rough and silky, and caution: smells disgusting when wet!
From lazing about all day to tearing through the neighborhood on my bike,
I am from Fenris, my golden friend.
I am from “May the force be with you, always” and “Darth Vader has entered the battlefield!”
From, “Not enough resources” and “Begun, the clone war has”
Me the Star Wars freak,
when I play my video games, I feel the rush of excitement
as I open the prison door and dash with the plans
the lights before me, my fingers below, dashing up and down that keyboard.
My cozy blue wooden room, with its cozy little bed,
a giant bookshelf filled with all the books I love,
I am from Sunday morning waffles, fresh made by Dad,
the delicious aroma, “Eau de waffle”,
the butter maple smell of those home-cooked delicacies.
I feel the waffle slowly melting down my throat,
these are the results of Dad’s creation.
I am from Dad, the acme of all his kind; Dad makes me feel warm inside.
