Where I'm From...

I’m from hundreds of feet of
desert mountains
Covered in soft golden sand.
From the Atacama dessert
To the snowy, cold winters
In Montreal.

I am from hot days
And cold nights
When the temperature drops
As the clock strikes six.

I’m from white sanded beaches
Whose waters are crystal clear
With soft friendly currents
Allowing me to swim.
From thousands of tropical fish
To brown furry bears.

I’m from quiet neighborhoods
And green gardens.
From ice cream cones
Dripping as it melted
While I ate.

I’m from white snow
And cold winds
Somewhere far up north.

I’m from one place
We all know.
From a place we all live in.
From the place we call home.