Guest Post: Tate's I Am From Poem

I am From

I am from the outdoors

  As big as the Rocky Mountains

    With endless possibilities

       Bluebird skies, and dark green forests

        I am from the ponds and lakes where we fish

     From the darkest depths and dropoffs to the sallow, sunny bays

  In the rushes were the beavers and muskrats build their huts

High in the overhanging trees where the birds protect their young

I am from the spruce trees and alder thickets

  Where the Woodcock and Cottontails hide from predators

    The raccoons hiding high in the trees, snacking on the corn they stole

      On the ground, listening to the deer quietly walk on the leaves

      I am from the wind and water

    Carrying the sounds of howling coyotes and chirping birds

  Feeding the lakes and ponds so we can fish

Shaking the trees violently while dumping rain on people and livestock

I am from the outdoors 

  Where the world is at its finest, as pure as pure can be.