I am from the cabin full of memories from rocky boots and hard work.
I am from the house on a hill with the smell of woods.
I am from the taste of ramps, the white tail buck deer munching on clover.
I am from family reunions at the ole Mobley School and strong values.
I am from the hardworking Harrison’s, stubborn Norris’s, and loving Dulaneys.
I am from never giving up, going to the little white church, and hunting not just for animals but opportunities.
From can‘t died in the poor house and you get out of it what you put into it.
I am from the old rugged cross and prayer without ceasing
I'm from New Martinsville with roots in Ireland, sauerkraut and coleslaw.
I’m from live and learn, work hard, play harder, show love receive law.
I am from my brain injury on May 25, 2005, the love and support of my family and friends through it all.
I am from the brown photo album, my pap’s remarkable journal, and love without end amen.
You have a gift for poetry! Hunting for deer and opportunities is a wonderful metaphor! Looking forward to seeing the digital story!
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