Life of a Soukup

   I am from distant car horns blaring from the freeway

      From long, serene walks of lush eucalyptus woodlands

         From the silken fur of well groomed cats and rough stringy bark

            I am from breathing the scents of fresh, looming eucalyptus and plumes of sooty ash

   I am hoping for leaders to help the people and the world

      From wishing for our globe restored to its former beauty

         From acquiring knowledge of the greater happenings in this blue planet

            I am from longing for shimmering cobalt rivers and new pristine regrown trees

   I am bounding down the street to my grandparents’ freshly baked pastries 

      From the scent of crispy cookies wafting all throughout the house

         From family dinners of steaming mushroom soup and homemade bread

            I am from scurrying around across the kitchen getting ingredients

   I am from going out to delicious feasts on steep cliff sides

     From rushing to catch the secret, brilliantly colored eggs 

        From darting from house to house, gathering hordes of candy

            I am from viciously tearing through wrapping paper

   I am from whispering of a towering giant

      From the telling of the brightest fire hair

         From old stories of a strong fencer

            I am from long song lullabies of a kind towering boy

I am from attacks on powerful buildings

   From Hoping for it resolved and taken care of

      From learning of different views on the world

         I am from wishing none of the death

This is where I am from