Steffi Schneider
I am from the flowers that don’t
grow in the winter
From hot summers and
cold winters
I am from clay and
dirt
And traveling across the seas for
family
I am from oaks and
pines
Whose strong men grow
like oak trees
I am from people who hunt and
fish
I am from a city that never sleeps
From where Schneider’s
live
And from being kind
and being exacting
From the songs my dad
sings
From scuba diving with manatees
to going to Germany
And from snorkeling
in the Key, to traveling far
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