I am from grain and steel,
from welding and nurturing.

I'm from the taste of metal,
the sounds of the birds,
the touch of the wind,
the sight of fall's first harvest.
I am from the smell of fire and corn.

From learning to weld,
from learning to plant.
From learning to love,
From learning to cope.

I'm from flying planes,
from flying sparks,
from flying angels,
from flying kites.

I'm from the cotton in your jeans,
from the corn in your freezer.
I'm from the iron in your stove,
from the steel in your car.

The place where cotton meets man
and man meets metal
and metal turns around and meets with cotton
is where I'm from.