The Glove & The Mitten

It's the same outside

Driving to the riverside

I admit it.

I complain about my hometown quite a bit.

Scratch that.

I complain about my state.

It's not that I am not proud of it...

I love it!

I could do without the winters...

I could find a town that focuses on, celebrates, and cherishes my own heritage.

I am mostly Bohemian and German, with a bit of Irish, Welsh and English.

I live in a very heavily populated Polish area. There is not a drop of Polish in me.

I am surrounded by Polish culture. (It's pretty neat I must say!)

Polkas blare

Half the population of Stevens Point and Plover proudly carry a last name that ends with "ski"

Poonchkas are inhaled.

Oh dear I murdered that word! (See? It's amusingly sad to know I can't spell something I see all the time.)

Paczki! (I had to look it up) LOL waaayyy off!

They are fruity filled donuts that everyone around here LOOVEES.

If I ever meant to go away
I was raised, I was raised
In the place, in the place
Still I often think of going back
To the farms, to the farms
Golden arms, golden arms
Start to remind me:

If the lakes took the place of the sea.
If the cars drove themselves, way to be!
Opposite to the trains moving in
 rivers run interstate, Michigan!

Michigan is Wisconsin's neighbor.

Wisconsin is Michigan's neighbor.

We are known as the glove.

Michigan is the mitten.

I have very fond memories of the mitten.

We used to travel there when I was a child.

My sister and brother listen to a brilliant artist.

Sufjan Stevens

 (I strongly recommend him.)

A friend of mine recently told me to check out his new album...

So I did...

I am in love.

I had heard him before, but now that I've really dissected his music and the man himself..I've found perfection.  

I have never had such a reaction to a sound before.

His sound and voice reach straight to my soul.

His words are so cleverly written.

It's porn for the ears! 

They make sense to me and my crazy little over imaginative mind.

He seems to have my own fears. He has my faith. There is something about him that makes me want to sit down and talk with him for hours. He watched someone die from cancer too.

This man has made me proud to a Midwestern girl.

The Glove and the Mitten have always been friends.

I'd swim across lake Michigan to be alone with you

It doesn't matter that I am not Polish.

In this town we are all the same at the end of the night, whether we are Irish or Polish.

Winters are what made me tough.

They are what makes summer so blissful.

Sufjan brought me home. He, himself feels like home.

The music gives me flashes of what home is.

The farms, the long winding country roads, the golden fields, nature, and the starry nights.

The smell of the morning dew, the friendly smiles from people old and new.

Finding Sufjan gave me food for my starved mind and soul.

It's nice to know he was once in the mitten across from the glove I live in.

Thank you Mr. Stevens.

Thanks also to Mr. Lynch. :)

#FindingSufjan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4tkiGvV_ek

Reviews

[~]

What a sincere write! I enjoyed the historical and geographical explanations that you gave to the reader. Good for you, that are keeping your attitude up! :D

[SleeplessVolcano]

Beautiful images....stunning words. Sometimes we doubt who we are. In the words of that famous song..."We are the world".....it just takes a while for us to find who we really are....:)

Beautifully written!

[Kathryn Smith]

Thanks very much! :) I'm glad you like it!

[The Twin Arenas]

Hey, he's the king! I love that record!

[Kathryn Smith]

Thanks! He really is something special! I'm glad I found him!