Where tractors and horse and buggy's take up the road.

I'm the smell of cow manure and back country roads.

I'm a whoopie, shoofly, and chicken pot kind of pies.

I'm from where eggs are "dippy".

I say "quit your rutching" and "nitz nootz".

I think of finding the pickle on the christmas tree.

I hear birds chirping, shotguns when the leaves are falling, and the motor of the snow mobile after the 1st snowfall.

I wonder how my great grandfather got a silver star.

I echo my great grandparents epic WW2 love story.

I'm a product of the elephant necklace and reminded of the sacrifices my family took.

I'm from where the mountains meet the plains.

Where a family lived for generations.