WHERE I’M FROMBy Carol George

I am from country roads, hollers,

And the interstate,

From Granny Smith apples growing wild

And fields of hay swaying in the wind,

From iron bridges

To high rise buildings.

I am from the little house that sits in the valley.

I am from dinners on Sunday after church

Where generations attended and help build,

And where running water and indoor plumbing were a recent commodity.

I am from homemade ice cream

On the fourth of July.

I’m from the state capital of Charleston

And raised in the hills of Mannington.

I am from…

The next generations,

From my daughter who is next in a line of strong women

To her toddler son

And newest addition of a daughter to bless our family

And continue the legacy.

Where I am from…

Is where I am going.