I am from soft pillows, from Necco wafers and homemade pickles.
I am from the dry, quiet, nights bright as day desert.
I am from the sunflower, the sagebrush that rolls through.
I am from D’L’isle and secrecy, from James and Clifford and Elaine.
I am from the willingness to do anything for loved ones and the seal it inside.
From life isn’t fair and if you can count your good friends on more than one finger, you are blessed.
I am from choose for yourself and believe because you want to, not to please others.
I'm from Fairfield and France, milk and beef.
From the many great-grandfather horse thief, the change our name to marry a Native girl, and the Navy diver who retrieved men after Pearl Harbor.
I am from myself and my family, Idaho, Nevada, California and the old west. From a time long ago and yesterday.
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