Where I'm From
I am from the blackberry tree,
From novels and folklore's letters-
I am from the blood saught decks of dreams,
Planks in trees, streams of tropical savor-
I am from the black north.
Cherry bay papaya--
The splendiferous shore,
Dance sweet pina colada-
I am from ivory foam, intense shore carvings,
From Ruth, O' Cunigan, Ethel Marie-
I am from the over-dramatic, exaggerated stories.
They fortell of things seen and unseen-
And old Irish drinking songs' laughter's
What being merry means---
From you can do or be anything,
A pure heart can dream-
I won't grow up,
For it's the pirate's life for me--
I am from a rebel clan,
Of those who live fighting for the death of their fear-stricken religious system-
As we die daily for the Love who conquered death and sin,
We pray for the Life and Living, Old Time Religion--
I am from Emerald Isle of Dutch masters,
like burried chests their treasure's hidden within--
From the toadstools and keys-
From the secrets whispered by trees-
Like the seekers,
Pistol still waits to run away--
I am from musical pirates,
Mocha-bursts of cocoa balm--
Pictures's fragments of white outlined in black,
And so,
Compose my life a drama--
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