I Come From...

An assignment for my English class, a little ditty of a poem about good ole KC.

I come from a friendly street in a friendly part of the smallest large city on earth.

I come from sports watching, barbeque eating people that know they're worth

more than the Dorothy image, hot-air-balloon-following movie from which we’re known,

because I come from a genuine place full of genuine folks where our country’s food is grown.

I come from farmers and lawyers and nurses all the same,

I come from a caring lot of people who try to help when you’re in pain.

I come from Plaza lights and no one fights from field to golden field,

I come from quality schools and responsible drivers who might actually wave and yield.

I come from World Series hopefuls, dedicated followers watching year after year,

I come from strong believers and Boulevard brewers of famously good beer.

I come from local pride no need to hide there are always things to do,

Yes folks this is the place where I am from. Good aspects? Just a few.