Where I'm From Poem

I am from the tales of tower hill, from my Nana's homemade bread and famous blackberry pie.

I am from the quiet little town nestled at the bottom the of the large hill and while long ago it was my residence, among the many places in which I have lived, it has been my only home.

I am from the grapevines that used to be the best spot for hide and seek, and the strawberry patches that was always my favorite sign of summer.

I am from the six mile walks on the rail trail with mom and the hounds and berry picking with my Pappy on the hill, from the selflessness of my Nana and the laughter of my mother and Uncle Dee over a competitive game of Trivial Pursuit on every holiday.

I am from the annual camping trips to Indian Meadows and long car rides to every state in New England.

From giving everyone the benefit of the doubt and always acting like a lady.

I am from the small church at the bottom of the driveway where my parent's were married and the vacation bible school songs every June.

I'm from the bright lights of the field and noise of the baseball games you could hear from the porch, and the hot mustard butter canned every year.

From the ringing of the church bell every New Years, the gunshots celebrating family, friends, love, and life.

I am from the Thompson family whose value of hard work have taught me to strive for success and never to give up on my dreams.