I am from Birkenstocks,
from muscadines,
and magnolia blooms.
I'm from pecans
and winding country roads,
from crisp, Autumn leaves
crunching beneath bare feet.
I am from my ocean,
the sucking swirls
and crashing waves
calling out to me.
From the weeping willow,
whose long, strong arms
would wipe away my tears.
I am from breakdowns,
and comforting words.
From mockingbirds, soaring
in the blushing sky.
I'm from those moments-
leaving the nest
and learning to fly,
looking for a place to land-
trying not to fall.

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Author guidance for This poem

This is just a little poetic exercise that C3Lady had my class do this past year in English :) The original idea came from George Ella Lyon.

Basically, you just write a poem that reflects who you are and where you come from. Your background especially.

You can use items, places, etc. Anything that gives us a sense of who you are! It's collaborative, so tell us where you're from!

(Be nice, and have fun. Make sure to comment on other's work, especially if you rate it)

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updated Oct 10 '10 by Verse47