Based on the poem of the same name by George Ella Lyon
I am from lakes and waters,
goose poop and ponds
From rowboats and ice skates,
growing snapping turtles in the garden
I'm from wild raspberries in August, and climbing apple trees,
Grandmother Willow who listened to endless songs sung on the swings.
I'm from homes and hideouts in the trees.
I'm from GM, Ford, and Farmall,
old car smell and gasoline,
pickup trucks and bluegrass.
I'm from Saarinen and Booth--a love of beauty, learning, Nature.
I'm from counterpoint and polyrhythms,
Figaro and Rite of Spring,
the musty smell of Orchestra Hall, music drifting through the rafters,
carefully shaved arundo donax bound with 22 gauge brass wire.
I'm from compost and from Earth,
from mud and blood and weeds.
I'm from whispers in the wind,
from stardust and from seeds.
I'm from the Sun who warms the Summers,
and the Moon who lights the night.
Most of all I'm from the Fire who keeps my heart burning through the long winters.