THE LANDS YONDER

it was a taboo mong my folks to partake of flesh and milk you had to choose either but not a bit of both but I now live in lands so strange where the sun rises differently the land so flat like a pancake and there's no familiar winds nor trees upon so majestic a hills so tell me dear friends, what binds me to ways of old? of not whistling into the twilight or jumping over ropes am I allowed to wear red upon rain? or point at a rainbow?