I am from fabric; from Singer, Gingher, Coats and Clark.
I am from homemade bread and milk fresh from the cow; from butter paddled and rinsed from the cream and vegetables dirty from the garden.
I am from the pines and the birches; from barbed-wire pastures and deep cedar glades.
I am from the little house with 40 acres on the north bench.
I am from Zilch and jigsaw puzzles; from Nancy and Wayne; from grandparents and cousins all living in one another’s hip pocket.
I am from Cattail Canyon and Salamander Swamp; from the big rock and blue-tailed lizards.
I am from stubbornness and perfection.
I’m from drinking coffee will make your feet black and Run Sheep Run.
I am from quiet. I am from dark shadows and bright lights.
I'm from Idaho and Germany, meat and potatoes.
I am from the muddy, rocky bottom of the Moyie River watching false teeth and glasses floating away. I am from branding day at Hinthorns’ and swimming on the point. I am from camping on the west side and huckleberries on the east.
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