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I Am From MAG
I am from
My green blankey and
Climbing out of my crib
From playing mermaid in the bathtub.
I am from walking my dog,
And the noise he made when I step on his tail.
I am from my sheep nightlight
And Blue’s Clues and the Berenstain Bears.
I am from spinning until
I can’t tell where I am and
Seeing the world upside-down.
I am from long days at school
And hurrying home to watch Pokémon.
From chocolate-chip cookies at
Grandma’s house.
I am from July days in the pool
And running through the sprinklers.
From my imaginary friends and
The games we used to play like
Doctor and patient and teacher and student.
I am from trips to the grocery store
And that time I fell out of the cart onto the
Sticky linoleum floor.
I am from the tap tap tap
Of my tap shoes that one week
That I decided to be a dancer.
I am from trying new things.
I am from rainy days
And board games,
Saturday cartoons and Cheerios.
I am from walks on the beach
And the sand on my feet,
And not wanting to go home after vacation.
I am from Barbies and Polly Pockets
From playing with my sister,
The other half of me.
I am from books and flashlights
And pens and paper.
From silence to screaming.
I am from tears on my pillow
And unanswered cries.
From holding your hand
And that look in your eyes.
I am from past and present
And dreams of the future.
I am from hard work and
Harder play.
And I am from writing down my thoughts
On a midsummer’s day.
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It was a lovely poem. I read it and thought of myself growing up. You can tell she wrote it from childhood memories by the way she presents them in an order, each reminding her of another.
Great Job and keep writing.
Look up my poem - Description Without Proof and tell me what you think if you please. I need some feed back.
I realize that sometimes I am overly critical of some of the work on here. I guess that's just a flaw of mine: I see technicalities just as clear as I see the actual content. If I have offended any of you, I am sorry. If ya wanna debate at all, shoot me an email at crich897@hotmail.com. I'd love to hear from you.
"theauthorofthispoem", now that you have challenged me to see what I can do, I just may put a piece or two up here. I can't put any of my winners on, obviously, because they sort of "own" that work now. But we'll see what I can do.
Sorry again, all.
to donnydotnet: thank you! i try very hard and i am glad you like it. My poem was published in November, and i submitted it in early august. you might have to wait a while!
and thank you to everyone else who commented on my poem! i really appreciate it- yes, even your comment crich897!
By the way I agree with debaser. No way did you do this without any inspiration from Lyon. Every high school english class in the nation looks at Lyon's "Where I'm From" poem at one point or another.
it made me start to think about what would be in my poem, if i was to write one like that. that is so good.