IÕm from family.
Not just one, but many.
IÕm from many places,
that all have one thing
IÕm from Clever, Missouri.
Backwoods, down home,
The ÒGood OlÕ BoysÓ
Smile as you pass.
From everybody knows everyone else,
And all the cracks,
IÕm from a smile goes a long way.
IÕm from Fulton, MO.
Educated to lead,
Inspired to achieve.
The tall, white columns
IÕm from hard work.
IÕm from Oviedo, Espa–a .
From Spaniards who loved me
before they knew me.
the beautiful and the youthful
IÕm from a love of language.
IÕm from Hunt, TX.
fly toward Raggers Point.
and ÒIs It Loving?Ó
starter campÕs Pampers,
and dirty laundry hampers
IÕm from Caring, Honesty, Respect, Responsibility, and Faith.
IÕm from family.
One here, one there,
one halfway around the globe
And at the heart of every home
is a different family.
The Long Road Home
We all search for a place to call home,
The avenue of ocean waves in summer
A reflection of time a distant memory
We rattle down an unfamiliar road
less traveled by souls on a familiar Thursday.
And we dance in the rhythm of the daffodil.
Thunder and lightning as lovely as a daffodil
struggle to reach their comfortable home.
Today, we redirect our Thursday
afternoon to turn into a summer
night underneath the stars on the empty road.
We create a lasting memory.
Withered leaves collect a lifeless memory,
while the sun shines on a yellow daffodil.
We couldnÕt agree to take that road.
Our hearts on our sleeves reminded us of home
and a chilly winter morning in summer.
A street lamp dies on another Thursday.
We are two travelers together this Thursday
roaming to make our own memory.
Awaiting the warmth of summer
suns that bring life to the daffodil.
Where ever you are, I feel at home.
I have chosen to trek the same road.
We wandered down a barren road
lonely as a cloud every Thursday.
The art of loving comes from home.
WeÕre all alone with our memory.
Smooth scents saturate the air around a daffodil
and waft to the surrounding summer.
It makes us fall in love, the summer,
and lovers grow closer down the road.
DonÕt leave me here holding a daffodil
with no more love than the Thursday.
Extend a hand, walk in my memory,
and let your strength be my home.
Find me daffodils along the road
and Thursday night lips in summer,
And make this memory our home.
© Haylee Rethman
Haylee Rethman is a striving college student at Westminster College in Fulton, Missouri. Currently, she is a junior studying Secondary English Education and Spanish.