I am from Farwell, with its lakes and rivers.

I am from the Soaring Eagle Pharmacy, with its delicious ice cream and its healing medicine.

I am from Miss Molly's stern and gentle voice.

I am from the Spelling Bees I often won.

I am from Luigi's Pizza, owned by my Uncle Butch.

I am from Soaring Eagle Water Park with its big water slides.

I am from the cherry seeds that would sink slowly down to the bottom of the river

as my family and our company canoed down the Muskegon River.

I am from the days in August when Grandma would get Aunt Sal from Arizona.

I am from my Girl Scout troop and from my friends' birthday parties.

I am from Cops and Doughnuts and Ponderosa, where my favorite foods were plentiful.

I am from Big Brothers Big Sisters where Lisa would take me to Holiday exhibits.

I am from Corey Rosson, where Mrs. Zeto taught me to weave Braille's words of wisdom into

fabulous, timeless tales and to look into Braille's endless depths.

I am from Deech's, where candy and ice cream flow.

I am from Ms. Lou's class, calming and comforting.

I am from Hancock County Public Library with my own section.

From boisterous cookouts during summer.

From the long, exhilarating four-wheeler rides.

From the fun trips we take on the fourth of July.

From the characters I've created over time.

From the house fire that brought me where I am now.

From Covid and its hardships.

From Mrs. Mckeever's hot cocoa and soothing voice.

From the Braille Challenge.

From Sports Camp and Camp T.

From Cane Quest and all the rest.

I'm a flower, still growing.

Although I live in other places,

Farwell is my real home.