Spoiler
This is a revision of a poem I did this for my multicultural lit class. We had to write a poem based on George Ella Lyon's "Where I'm From." This is my attempt. Comments please, it's due Monday!
I am from The Lion King and dreams of Africa,
from Dark Side of the Moon, Master Gardeners,
and Manhattan Transfer,
and I am from project management
and college math, retail work and bus-driving.
I am from horses ambling past the family room window
and roses the color of sunset growing in the back garden,
from Kimmy and Galway and a succession of dogs,
from black and white barn cats
who nose at the side door when they’re hungry
and the year the neighbor’s garage tumbled away in the wind.
I am from silence games and tickle fights,
Crayola crayons and The Chronicles of Narnia,
from Harry Potter, a summer of jam, realestating and Thomas L. Cooley Law School,
from winter soup and good sauce, sauerkraut and pepperoni bread,
and sky-smelling t-shirts fresh from the laundry line.
I am from the forsythia bushes growing at the front of the house,
from the pine tree so vast we could crawl beneath it and search for fallen birds’ eggs,
from candy molds, from a two-days’ drive to Florida, from every year the Atlantic Ocean
and palm trees, sands and Shutters, and nights in the Green Cabin Room,
just Daddy and me.
Before bed in the old house, he would tell us a story:
Once upon a time,
there were three little girls
who lived in a brick-and-yellow house
til we got too old for tuckings-in and bedtime stories
and rode into the rose-colored sun on the backs of horses and in jelly-bean cars,
the smell of leather under our thighs.
