I AM FROM by Chris Atchison

I AM FROM by Chris Atchison

I am from the baseball park even when it is dark

From a baseball and a glove

I am from that home run hit

And the outfield catch

I am from the outfield grass

Whose blades tickle my feet

I am from the ball park lights and all the dusty bases

From my mom and my dad

And the old beat up truck and the new car

From being a twin; both a gift and a curse

I am from Christmas dinner all together

From the turkey and elk

From the old boche ball set

And from my great  Grampa Atchison

And from the trip to Hawaii

I am from the moments in the baseball park