Where I am from. . . By Big T

I am from the old wooden rocking chair, from the smell of homemade cookies.
I am from the sweet smell of roses.
I am from the mint leaves and rosemary bushes.
I am from sitting at the warm fire on Christmas and looking at our Moravian M's on our hands, from Mom, Dad, and Sprat.
I am from family get togethers and family dining,  from live life to the fullest and say it don't spray it.
I am from the Chirstian songs at church.
I am from Thanksgiving turkey and gravey.
From the highway where I ran over a deer, and the pain of hitting my forehead on the carseat.
All the pictures of the family on the wall remind me where I am from.

By Big T