I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch, fried corn and strong coffee. From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger the eye my father shut to keep his sight.
Write out all this poem brings to mind for you starting with the line “I am from,” listing all the places, the people, the common expressions, the foods, and all the things unique to you.
Think of the sights, sounds, smells, touches, and tastes that are all part of your childhood, from your earliest memories to today, and describe as many as you can.