I come from a greasy, salty, sour taste.
I come from bar, beam, vault and floor.
I come from a pink water, an orange skies and red moons.
I come from working as hard as I can every day.
I come from a joy of cats, dogs and my best friend Alice.
I come from a noise of my brother screaming my sister snoring, birds chirping
and my sleepy song.
I can from a fear of spiders, snakes and cockroaches.
I come from weathers of snow rain and sunny skies.
I come from long wet muddy walks.
I come from waiting in the house for ever and ever.
I come from a smell of vinegar and candles and smoke.
I come from working out at gymnastics.
And I bring a bag with chalk and hand guards in it and a water bottle.
Kristy
