Where I'm From


I’m from
A logging truck hauling along the rutted road,
sun peaking over the eastern mountain,
baby starlings squawking for their first feeding.

I’m from
fires in the gazebo, summer in a glass , BBQ, bluebirds,
dark soil, daffodils, dogs barking,rainbows over Lake Roosevelt.
Fresh garden peas, fresh farm eggs, fading fuchsias, fur,
water gurgling, clouds dividing, lilacs lingering, green beans sprouting.

I’m from
springtime iris, winter snow, fiery autumn leaves, gorgeous summer lilies.

I’m from
four dog memorials, cats that never came back, rabbits that grew old,
funerals for neighbors too soon and weddings in the yard,
reminders in the handwritten recipe, orange trumpet vine, a blooming dogwood,
empty pet food dishes, a collar on a nail, and a photo of two black cats.

I’m from Martin Creek, the place I call home.
by Christy Woolum


  1. Christy, I absolutely LOVE your way with words! This made my day! Keep it up, girlfriend! :)


  2. pictures in my head.. indeed!

    (Unbelievably, my word verification was "monet". And I thought, perfect. You painted it in my mind!)


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