Where I'm From

I'm from where the grass grows wild, where dust blows like cloth on a windy day, where the fireflies glow brighter than the sun, a place where the libraries are like a mansion made out of books, where the children play outside, where there are many churches, and hay grows like weeds in a garden, where the towns are small, the pools are big, and the lakes are crowded, and the eagles sour higher than clouds.

Written by H. in a creative writing workshop.