Where I come from

Where I come from there is no cable to watch
I entertain myself watering the blooming flowers,
with my grandpa
Chasing fireflys as the freshly cut grass sticks
to my bare feet.
When I get tired on rest on the front porch
Sipping a cold glass of sweet tea
Listening to my drunk uncle yelling next door
Where I come from coffee will always be brewing
Chicken can be smelled roasting
Bean and squash will be cooking
Where I come from the warmth of the fire
will warm my bones
Until I have to go outside to haul in more wood
Way back in the country
back where the cattle graze
Where the welcome sign stays
Out back the city limit sign
That's where I come from.