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.