My Name is Megan and I'm a Mystery

My name is Megan and I'm a mystery.
I am a Kliewer, a full bred German. I was born on the eleventh of February and get lots of bloody noses.  I have a love for pepper jack cheese and too much pizza sauce makes me gag. I'm the little girl that's not ready to grow up, but the woman that needs to.  I live in a little town surrounded by family - literally.  I still love doing cartwheels and walking on my hands.   I've got a little too much Nuss in me, and I know how Runzas are actually made.   I have too many Barbies, and mountains amaze me. I have grown up in the small church down the street, and I race my sister home afterwards. I have found true love, but I don’t know how to solve world hunger.  I enjoy numbers and drawing on white boards.  I hate gardening but one day hope to have one.  I don’t like to drive, but I love swinging.  I’ve never wanted to fly an airplane. I’ve cried down a mountain. I will someday meet my Grandparents, and maybe Chuck Norris. Tootsie Rolls make me smile, and onions don’t make me cry.  I starred in a movie when I was three.  I enjoy singing and pushing buttons.  I like to listen to others, and I don’t use filing cabinets.  I’ve pulled my quad numerous times and that has kept me out of many competitions.  Sticky notes are fun and so is jumping on the trampoline.  I don’t enjoy swimming, and snowboarding is lame.  My dream house is falling in and doesn’t have electricity.  My last name, Kliewer is spelled with a double v, not a double u. I enjoy dial telephones and flowers.  I love babies and sunsets.  I’m afraid of the dark, but I like to watch lightning.  I’ve never been to Spain, but I kind of like the music.  My pet peeve is popping knuckles, but I probably won’t say anything if you do it.  I like the color purple and yogurt with granola.  Music makes my life good and God makes it great.  I only play 6-point pitch and have never drove interstate.  I have the loudest burp in my family and was almost switched at birth.  I can quote Sandlot and I hate cancer.  I love camping, especially when it’s in my yard.  I’m seventeen but not for long.  I love playing with my nephews, but we aren’t allowed to play memory any more because I’m too competitive and they always win.  I cherish old photos and cry during slideshows with music.  I like to swing dance but I don’t really know how.  My Bible goes with me wherever I go. Football is my favorite sport to watch and I love crew necks.  Reading is one of my hobbies.  I like to roast s’mores, but it takes a while because they have to be golden brown.  I’m always cold and I’ve chewed my fingernails since I was three.  I never want to live in a big city, that includes any town bigger than Stockham.   I triple jump and long jump, and I don’t like the snow because it’s too cold.  My parents wanted to call me Alyssa, but they thought that it was too close to my cousin’s name, Melissa, so they named me Megan Alyssa.  The Fox and the Hound makes me cry.  I miss elementary school and I think overalls are awesome.  I can take a nap at any time of day, and I break out singing in random song.  I don’t like small fury animals, actually I don't like any animals.  Rescue 911 is the greatest show in history.  Some people call me Maurice.  I like making and watching home videos.  I still sleep with my baby blanket, it’s called my pink blankie.  I used to think I was strong, until my mom annihilated me in arm wrestling.  My first phone’s name was Gertie, she has since passed.  In fifth grade, I puked nine times in three hours, it’s my personal record.  I believe that Dr. Pepper is best cold in a can.  I get my brown eyes from my mom and my stomach from my dad.  I have a long second toe, it’s called the “Nuss toe”.  I enjoy mullet hunting and taking walks.  My name is Megan and I’m a mystery.

This truly is my purpose.

This is a sestina poem that I wrote in Creative Writing.  This shows my purpose in life and expresses my faith. It's the reason that I am on this earth with the other six billion people.  This is why I am here.

What does it mean to have faith?

Is it showing your passion?

Is it having hope?

Is it something that really hits home?

It’s often hard to picture.

The answer is as free as an open field.

We try to see the playing field,

Instead of relying on the God of our faith.

We want to see the big picture,

We are imprisoned by our passion

Of wanting to see our eternal home.

Heaven is the object of our hope.

God is the only reason for our hope.

He knows my life’s field.

We each have a different earthly home,

But when God is the center of our faith,

We can trust Him with our heart’s passion.

With faith, life after death isn’t difficult to picture.

God has planned a beautiful picture.

For me to be a part of that plan, is my hope.

God recognizes everyone’s unique passion.

He’s laid each of us in a different field.

Trusting Him is key to your personal faith.

He offers the gift of life in His home.

Breath-taking angels walk the golden streets of God’s home.

I most look forward to looking in from the Pearly Gates to this picture.

But only one thing will get me there, my faith.

I know that it will be more beautiful than anything I had hoped.

I eagerly await greeting Jesus in a glorious field.

It is then that I will finally understand His passion.

Jesus was willing to die for me, and that shows His passion.

He offered to risk everything and leave His home.

Suddenly He was a part of a brand new field.

On the cross, when Jesus closed His eyes He saw a picture.

It was a picture of me and you that gave Him hope.

He saved us from the evil one, praying that we would have true faith.

My honest faith has become a true passion.

So when I die, I hope to finally go home,

To the picture I’ve imagined, meeting my Jesus in a field.

Where I'm From

I am from a park in the backyard,
and my church a block south,
my best friend up the hill,
and good old Tiny Town.
I'm from gravel roads and brick sidewalks,
bare feet and bicycles.
I'm from a pop machine and the coop that keep the town rolling.

I'm from Nebraska football and Saturday night card games,
playing pitch 'til two and church in the morning.
I'm from "Bedtime for Bonzo,"
and "Good morning Sunshine."
I'm from picnics in the summer and potlucks all year round.
I'm from the oldies: Steve Miller, Three Dog Night, and The Eagles,
to Country: Brad Paisley, Tim McGraw, and Faith Hill.

I'm from thirty aunts and uncles, and over one-hundred cousins,
adults growing older, and babies by the dozen.
I'm from German food every meal, and summer's pickled beans,
homemade runzas, jelly, and pie, to keep us all spoiled.
I'm from Christmas at Grandma's, and fourth of July in my yard,
to Easter krolf games, and the endless Settlers of Catan.

I'm from Daddy's enormous hugs, and long trips to town.
From Mom's incomparable cooking, and advice for everything.
From Brooke's gymnastics lessons, and all her hand-me-down toys.
From Ryan consistently dunking on me, Sega, and Nintendo 64.
From Ashton growing two inches taller, and board games on Friday night.

I'm from Stockham, Nebraska, Kliewerville as some say.
I'm from the place I call home.