2025/Brandon -

I am from the last frontier, from wintry and mix time

I am from the mountain under the snow

It smelled fresh and woody like it rain on the forest

I am from prairies, the historical battlefield horrors of war

Whose 1889 Land Run

I remember as if it were my own.

I am from strong wind and blizzards,

from Army and Technology

I am from the football and the lakes

from “Be quiet!” and “Go outside!”

I am from the Northwest Mountain range

And ten basketball dribbles I can do myself.

I’m from the flurries, cold and Ice.

From the fire in the living room lost to the bitterness outside

to the blanket used to keep me warm.

Under my bed was a hot cocoa packet spilling on pieces of technology

To drift beneath my dreams.

I am from those moments -

of peace before I go to bed

I am a leaf of heart from the family tree.

- Inspired by George Ella Lyon