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I am from the Great Land,

from the snowy white winters and long flights.

I am from the cold caverns under the spikey cacti.

Mom’s dinner, fresh waffles, it tasted like heaven.

I am from the trimmed grass in my backyard

the exciting amusement parks

Whose loud screaming I remember

as if they were my own

I’m from ris and grød (rice and porridge) and red hair,

from built Legos and a tall tower

I’m from the raw eggs and the

major rivers,

from moving and small islands!

I’m from the loud jets

cool tail flash

and ten difficult assignments that I can do myself.

I’m from family games and fast running,

playing guitar and deafening singing.

From the loud recorder lost

to the times I didn’t play

used to keep me forever young.

Under my bed was a purple box

spilling live dandelions,

a miniature piece of my history

To drift beneath my dreams.

I am from those moments -

with my family before I die -

eating food fallen from above.