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Gravel Roads
I am from grilling burgers on a summer night,
watching the fireworks pop above our heads.
I am from going to pewaukee lake,
tubing and waterskiing in the wakes,
watching as the sun sets.
I am from my family,
constructing chili on an autumn Sunday,
watching the Hawkeye football game.
I am from playing outside, with my brother,
waiting until mom calls us in for dinner.
I am from cornfields in my backyard,
watching the trembling tractors,
as they pick the crops till the fields are bald.
I am from snowmobiling in empty fields,
racing my brother as the snow forms like clouds behind us.
I am from driving down dirt roads,
dust flying like a tornado behind us,
With the windows down, going as fast as a racecar.
I am from seeing the farm animals,
we smell the fresh farm air.
I am from skiing down steep slopes of snow
watching as people tumbling,
loosing their skis.
I am from going into the lodge for hot chocolate,
smelling the sweet scent from the slopes.
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