I am from sea spray, picnics on the beach

            and dashing foam on rocks,

From mountain hikes and swift streams

            and flowing rivers.

I am from rainy days and chasing thunderstorms

            at night in the van.

I am from Tennyson's poems on the swing in the forest

From sunshine on my face in August,

            juicy blackberries and ice water.

I am from moonlit walks and jackals

            yelping at the moon,

From the ghostly wails of the call to prayer at night.

I am from little children's' tears and

            a picture on my dresser that makes me cry,

From gypsies with black lonely eyes

            that hurt me inside.

I am from early mornings before the sun is up and

             airports with takeoff and landing.

From roasted chestnuts on Christmas Eve

            And hot chocolate by the stove.

I am from singing on the misty peaks

            Of wooded mountains

From wild winds that let me fly,

            and red roses in my hair.

I am from breakfasts on the balcony with

            pots of petunias and pansies.

I am from a flowered photo album,

            From memories and dreams.

     -Written by Frodo