In the poem "I Am From" by George Ella Lyon, the speaker uses descriptive imagery and specific references to convey their cultural background and upbringing. Through phrases that appeal to senses like taste, touch, and smell, the poem represents the speaker's family and where they come from. References to places, people, foods, and objects populate the poem with details that give insight into the speaker's identity and roots.

1. I Am From…

2. I Am From by George Ella Lyon
I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride
I am from the dirt under the back porch
(Black, glistening
it tasted like beets)
I am from the forsythia bush,
the Dutch elm
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from the fudge and eyeglasses,
from Imogene and Alafair.
I’m from the know-it-alls
and the pass-it-ons,
from perk up and pipe down.
I’m from He restoreth my soul
with a cottonball lamb
and ten verses I can say myself.
I’m from Artemus and Billie’s Branch,
fried corn and strong coffee.
from the finger my grandfather lost
to the auger
the eye my father shut to keep his sight.
Under my bed was a dress box
spilling old pictures,
a sift of lost faces
to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments–
snapped before I budded–
leaf-fall from the family tree

3. In the poem, “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon, Lyon
reflects upon both her culture and her family.
Lyon uses imagery along with specific words and phrases
in order to represent her family as well as her culture. In
the poem, there are many phrases that play on imagery
to convey a sense of culture and family.
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5. I Am From Poem
By Neve
I am from rice, chicken, pasta, and cheese
I am from my dad’s special chicken sauce and i am from cake
I am from my dad, dog, brother,mom and 2 hamsters
I am from
Fresh
Air
And friends laughing
I’m From the darkness
I the am from sizzling from the pan on the oven
I am from “no” “yay” “ok” and “come here”
I am from the nature and trees
I am from the trickling
Water
From the sink
I am from a death of a grandma

6. I Am From
By Lia Licht
I am from the seasons changing, autumn creeping with its
colors dull.
From watching clock hands tick.
From backyard swings and the warmth of green.
I am from the bird’s nest adjacent to my window.
I am from the songs that those chickadees sang.
I am from the day that the nest blew over
among the howling winds and the cruelest, pouring rain.
I am from homemade pasta.
From the old, rosy scent of my grandmother’s room.
I am from the feeling of dough between my fingers.
From the taste of cheddar biscuits and cold chocolate milk.
I am from family game nights, laughter echoing.
I am from pink LED lights, my room illuminated.
I am from the warped wooden door that muffled their fights.
I am from a home that demands I must respect.
From “I accept you no matter what.” and
“We’ll love you always!”
I am from the hole in my heart and lack of motivation.
From joyous Christmases and holiday celebrations.
I am from the time I ran into a glass door at age six and
pretended that I meant to.
From anxiety and ADHD.
From the feeling of being lucky and the feeling of being
loved.
From growing up in a rundown, Christian-Catholic school.
From my closest friends at this much better place.
From holding a knife over my chest.
From the sports that I don’t play anymore.
From the piano that I do.
I am from so, so many feelings and ideas,
stories and pictures, movies and books, that I live to tell.

7. I Am From
Priscilla Dyko
I am from Night lights ), from Dream lights and Sophia the
First
I am from the _Cherry Blossoms And my litle ponys, and
spy gear
I am from the wolfs and flowers the Water rushing in between
my toes
I am from Campfires and Singalongs from Deanna’s heart and
Megan’s love and Grandmas shopping
I am from the Farming land and Faith . From never lie and steal
and I said stop
I am from Jesus Christ and Jesus Christ my personal savior and
lord
I’m from North Carolina , macaroni, hamburgers
From the Adoption , the strong bond of sisters , and
the anoying love from my brother.
I am from the soft sand and salty water .

8. I Am From
By Bella Cornett
I am from construction paper, from Persil, and Dawn dish soap,
and anything to get out stains.
I am from the bright, earthy, uneven, grass. The half finished
fountain. The repaired front porch.
I am from books, that I wish would be real.
I am from the trees, the tulips.
I am from Camping and Kindness, from laughter and grief and
stories of the past
I am from the Adventures and arguing. From Santa and Purple
pool water.
I am from awkward Christmas stories and a book I could never
understand
I’m from Kentucky, Mac and Cheese, and soup. From the time I
didn’t know what to say to her, on the fishing boat, and the
regret that would follow.
I am from the boxes under my bed in which I store memories of
the past. The pictures by our front door of the places waiting to
be returned to. The pictures that are worth their weight in
gold, but only to us. The pictures of the moments you can
never get back.
That is where I am from.

9. I AM FROM
I am from an old mill city; a place that
grew with wealth and crumbled with poverty.
I am from a flowing river that is the beating heart
and life’s blood pumping through decrepit locks.
I am from intricate architecture with bespoke
marble detailing that falls in beautiful decay.
I am from a single mother, late nights, latch keys,
grandmother’s quilts,
wine in the sauce, black and white reruns and
imagination.
I am from smells of hand-me-down cooking and
yard sale finds
with eternally romantic hopes of finding what you
seek around the next bend.
I am from chaos and loud music.
I am from quiet enough to hear the birds’ song and
a cup of tea.

10. Think of the 5 senses
Taste… What do you Taste?
Smell… What do you Smell?
Touch… What do you Touch or Feel?
See… What do you See?
Hear… What do you Hear?

11. I AM FROM
I am from an old mill city; a place that
grew with wealth and crumbled with poverty.
I am from a flowing river that is the beating heart
and life’s blood pumping through decrepit locks.
I am from intricate architecture with bespoke
marble detailing that falls in beautiful decay.
I am from a single mother, late nights, latch keys,
grandmother’s quilts,
wine in the sauce, black and white reruns and
imagination.
I am from smells of hand-me-down cooking and yard
sale finds
with eternally romantic hopes of finding what you seek
around the next bend.
I am from chaos and loud music.
I am from quiet enough to hear the birds’ song and a
cup of tea.

12. What Imagery can you see
from the poem?
What Symbols do you see?
Is it an interesting
Composition?

13. Composition
Composition is how you arrange the Elements of Art in your artwork.
Line
Shape
Form
Space
Texture
Value
Color