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Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
Student Poetry:  Where We're From
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Student Poetry: Where We're From

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  • 1. STUDENT POETRY INSPIRED BY GEORGE ELLA LYON’S “Where I’m From”
  • 2. I Am From By Izzy F. I am from bright lights and big stages From music filling my life each day I am from Wednesday nights at church, the fun that never ends I am from iPhones and Instagram, which it seems I can't live without From photography and editing, which I love too much I am from stormy nights that make me sleep on the couch with my dog, scared to death I am from “try harder” and “GET OFF YOUR PHONE,NOW” From the loads of decorations my stepmom is always putting up I am from the move that changed everything, the phone calls that always lose service These memories stashed in iPhoto albums, taking up too many “gigglebytes” But will be forever there, due to iCloud I am from Danielle and Kevin’s branch The root that is stomped all over, but still supporting the tree
  • 3. I Am From... By Steven F. I am from the beaches. The sand, the shells, and the azure coast. From the fiery forges Of virtual steel. I am from the mechanisms Of office armories, And the tinkering of school supplies When I should be doing classwork. I am from the flights Of trips from summers long gone. And the dust kicked up from hikes into the unknown realms of the backyard. I am the apple that fell away from the tree, But I will never stray far from the orchard.
  • 4. I Am From… by Ava B. I am from gold caffeine free Dr. Pepper From face scrubs and Vera Bradley pencils I am from the one story plus game room perfect-for-our-family-size house, From the smell of constantly lit candles with all different scents I am from the slope in our backyard From the peonies that still stand strong with tender care from my dad I am from going to the barn at 6:30 and opening one present on Christmas Eve From Angela and Duane I am from quoting movies 24/7 and watching every episode of Project Runway I am from “eat your greens” and “go above and beyond” I am from Dallas and Indiana and garlic bread From Pop’s (Grandpa’s) leg that was lost in the ski trip, the leg that still limps today I am from Disney World autographs and dirty brown saddles that always need cleaning From memories that sit on shelves and hide in boxes in the attic I am from the mementos that give little bursts of happiness when I look at them Memories that make me wish I was still there
  • 5. Where I’m From By James L. I am from the fridge in the kitchen from Blue Gatorade and Red Dr. Pepper I am from the old, warm, cozy house with a smell of chicken roasting in the oven I am from the old oak tree in my front yard I am from white elephant on Christmas Eve I am from Julie and Rob I’m from eating ingredients when cooking and dinner at 6:30 and from shooting hoops before doing homework I’m from winners never quit and quitters never win, and never ever give up and from hard work pays off I’m from road trips to camp and New Mexico I’m from Austin, Texas with a lot of German blood From old Army stories from my grandparents about my great granddad who was tall and skinny From Nolan Ryan pictures and a long sharp Bowie knife which are on the walls of my room and in my heart
  • 6. Where I'm From By Grant A I'm from a small neighborhood From front yard football games and long greenbelt hikes To mini sword battles where we carefully planned out every move From salted caramel hot chocolate and homemade banana pudding To my mom's special Thanksgiving meal From 6:30 a.m. football practices and basketball tryouts before school to two day weekend baseball tournaments an hour out of town From light khaki pants and bright neon basketball shorts to brand new, sweet smelling Sperry’s From midnight premiers and Ironman marathons to #trickshottuesdays and #flashbackfridays From my mom From my dad From Austin, Texas
  • 7. I Am From… by Saira M. I am from a red, white, and green flag with a blue flower in the middle, From Dad forcing me into the life of old classic rock, And from Mom forbidding the words “stupid” and “shut up,” but pretending to not hear them when my sister was being especially mean. I come from the birthplace of Plano, Texas, and from the smells of yellow curry and pink lotus flowers, And from Brother Bear, Mulan 1&2, The Jungle Book, and all Disney princess movies, From Nathan and Maya, and close friends of the family. I am from gold, red, green, and brown, the color scheme of our house, warm and inviting, From huge gardens, bright flowers, a trampoline, and swings that can absorb my interest like a towel for hours at a time, As well as from that one color-blinding, unnatural, seizure-inducing bright turquoise room, owned by my sister, that doesn’t complement or go with anything in our house.
  • 8. I Am From By Kevin Z I am from Washington State Where it snows by the foot Where there is a risk of major earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, but we still live on And where I have spent many childhood years living and playing I am from my home A nice, cozy, and one-story house made of white stone blocks From spending holidays dozing in my green bed To wasting free hours playing random computer games Or diving into the water in my pool, blue and cool I am from school From where I first set foot in Forest Trail And West Ridge From doing hours of mind-numbing math homework and interesting science projects To writing this poem I am from Boy Scouts From working on merit badges, first aid, and advances in the Texas heat From setting foot on cliff faces in Colorado coldness From blasting targets with rifles and arrows From reveling in accomplishment when I advance a rank I am from my family Where we speak a different language Where I am a mutated leaf on the family tree, because I’m different from the rest On my mom and dad’s branch Where the majority of us are thousands of miles apart But still together
  • 9. I Am From... by Dahlia L I am from Houston, From what feels like the most humid, swampy climate on planet Earth. I am from long nights under covers, secretly reading. I am from the JCC, where I can be myself with people who are just like me. I am from darkness, preferring to stay unseen in the shadows. I am from long discussions with various family members about their chosen profession I am from snowy winter vacations in Massachusetts, With those long evenings spent with a blanket, hot coco, and The Lion King I am from “Dahlia!”’s being yelled from all directions, and I am from cozy nights, curled up in a ball on the ugly green futon with my family all around me. I am from a Jewish family, and my ancestors fled Spain to keep their faith. I am from the Haunted House, with its overgrown ivy and shrubs and grasses, with the peeling paint, and the green-tinted stone steps. I am from roasted marshmallows, playing softball, and an uncle obsessed with the Red Sox, and I am from “Quiz me!”’s, over and over again, finally caving and quizzing my brother in geography, and him me. I am from long car trips and chocolate, from Harry Potter, The Book Thief, and Lone Wolf. I am from a big extended family, from Argentina and Poland and Israel and Romania. From long conversations about genealogy. I am from being confused half the time, from cello, from music and from African hand drums I am from an ancient legacy, from all the other Jews who came before me, but most of all, I am from my family. •
  • 10. I Am From… Izadora F. I am from a different country Where the language is unknown to most Where the biggest part of my family is from Where snow falls by the meter I am from a unique family Green eyes is my specialty Blond hair is a secret my brother and I share I am from under a red roof A stone house Plain but beautiful in its own way From an explosion of different shades of green around I am from the need of chocolate To being nervous to speak in front of a crowd I am from getting angry at my brother with a snap of a finger To doing things that are excruciatingly boring like homework I am from sadness From the pain I felt when my poor, 18 year old uncle died From the agony I felt as when my forehead got cut open I am from a favorite place The comfy, snug living room From the chocolate brown couch With the hot, dry Texan sun shining big and bright
  • 11. I Am From… Drew W. I am from the basketball hoop outside my house From my pantry and my comfy couch I am from the big white house that I grew up in from the unforgettable smell of rubber in the basement I am from Thanksgiving dinners and lots of turkey from the annoying frog that used to sit outside my house and keep me up all night I am from going to Maine every year to meet up with my cousins and grandparents and from watching football all Sunday long I am from “be nice to your sister” and “get off the couch” and “life’s not fair” I’m from playing elevator tag and trying not to get caught I’m from California and USA from Subway and pizza From my grandpa being in the navy captain of his submarine and the many pictures of my family covering the walls of my house

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