I'm from the Japanese maple in the front yard
From the whispering wind in the corn stalks
To the sunshine filtered forest with a closing
The trampoline across the mossy floor
Where someone had once sat, with a smile

I'm from the horse pastures right next door
In the hilly neighborhood where so many before
Had passed by, even if they'll never know.
I'm from meadows, the gurgling creeks
The snow night-time wonderland for one day a year
A fun evening that made the children all cheer

I'm from Grandpa Andy, who started it all
By crossing from Germany to the land of the free
I am from the land "from sea to shining sea"
The shut up Schwarzenegger-style by my brother
And a thousand other comedy acts we know by heart
A memory of someone, now apart

I'm from a good game of cards or dominoes
Dad's homemade meals or Mom's meatloaf
Granny's mac and cheese or my aunt's best root beer
A nose covered in snow, the curve of a laugh

I'm from the ashes of a long lost friend
The memory that at last reached an end