“Where I’m From” – It’s “wicked good”!
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Today in Mr. Naughton’s 3rd period class, we took a moment to allow students to create a little magic with their adaptations of George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From” poem. Madison has consented to me posting her poem. I am hoping more students will share theirs as well. Thank, Madison!
Where I’m From
I am from ice cold mornings
to hot, steamy, red lobster dinners,
I am from where the snow piles high and the fire glows at night,
I am from collecting sea shells on the Rocky Coast beaches
to roaming around with the black bears,
I am from the Pinetree state and it is wicked good!
I am from Maine
That’s where I’m from.
I am from empty beer cans and suffocating cigarette smoke
Where I come from my bed time is infinite but my sleep is limited
I come form dirty streets and card board box houses
where I come from gunshots are my alarm clocks and window pane smashes are my snooze buttons
I come from the real hood.
I come form chipping birds and brick build mail box houses
Where i come from dinner is at 7:00 sharp
I come from a community of poise and posture
Where I come from laughter is the only form of communication
I come from idealistic life
I come from a background of struggling my ancestors build houses from imagination lived in them then sold them to the gullible
Where I come form its okay to dream as long as its not contagious
I come from a place where people will slaughter to buy a killer
Where I come from my parents try hard to shield us from the outside world when they don’t know that they are only making it more visible
I come from the real world.
How poignant, vivid, and real, Daisha. I am looking forward to our visit. I will be home in October. I will share the dates with you.