A few weeks ago in English class, our teacher gave us George Ella Lyon's poem "Where I'm From" and asked us to use it as a template to write our own poem. It was almost like a mad lib asking for things like product names, plants, family traditions & tendencies, things you were told as a child, and more. It was so much fun and I was actually pretty pleased with the result.
Where I'm From
I am from library books in brown paper bags, from Lipton sweet iced tea,
and cherry Benadryl.
and cherry Benadryl.
I am from the long gravel lane, the front porch swing,
and the scent of fresh-mown grass.
I am from the daffodil, the oak, and the tiny hemlock cone.
I am from the daffodil, the oak, and the tiny hemlock cone.
I am from broomsock and brown eyes,
from Jesse and Annie and Noah.
I am from the hard-headed and spunky,
From Be a lady! and Don’t be sassy!
I am from the Old Rugged Cross,
stiff white bonnets, and long swishing skirts.
I’m from Madison and Big Valley and sweet Georgia peaches,
From moonpies and Christmas fudge,
From Bibles smuggled across the Berlin Wall,
And the preacher at CO camp during the war.
I am from sticky yellow albums, dusty slide trays, and well-worn Bibles,
From patchwork quilts on display on my mother’s wall.
I am a part of them.
They are a part of me.
Like links in a chain
Or limbs on a tree,
We cannot be separated
And still remain whole.