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A pencil drawing of Timber caring for a small calf.
I am from the white picket fence
From the rocking chair filled with love
I’m from the metal clinking in the vast fields
         With misting water in the cool breeze

I am from the family tree in the yard
From the branch that was blown away
I’m from the warm orange and yellow
         Sun disappearing behind the snow capped mountains 

I am from barbies and baby dolls
From pigtails and braids
I’m from the little girl that was always dancing
         until sports took the stage

I am from the cry of a baby calf
From small dogs with brown noses
I'm from boots and saddles and 
         Hand-me-downs with nothing left but memories

I am from the one who didn’t have to be
From dusty deserts to dodge trucks
I'm from six generations before me
         Who followed the trail to take us home

by Timber Wood (10th) Lyman

Artwork courtesy of Makenzie Roundy (12th) Panguitch.


Read more about local artists in Piute Student’s ‘Depth of a Soul’ on Exhibit in Springville Art Show.