I Am From
I am from flickering candles
From swirling colors of bright blue and green
From photos of places I’ve been
And loud music blasting from speakers
I am from a cottage in the woods
From bright colors of the flowers sprouting
From where two dogs run here and there
And open welcoming arms of family greet you
I am from flashy cars
From shopping malls
From mega-mansions
And people living the high life
I am from the Land of the “Free”
From a history of sadness and discrimination
From backyard cook-outs for the whole neighborhood
And the land of opportunities
I am from beating drums
From trails of tears
From not wasting a thing
And becoming one with the Earth
I am from paintbrush swooping the snowy tops of the mountains
From flashes of cameras capturing a moment of peace
From where the world becomes one someday soon
I am from home.
-Katie A., 8th Grade, The Lovett School
Hey Katie, I actually really liked your poem! There was so much hidden meaning about where you are truly from. For instance, putting quotations around “free” in your America stanza really showed how you felt about where our country has been… and where it is going…. Your heritage stanza was also really interesting. Not many people here in Georgia are descended from Native Americans, but you could have focused on some other aspects of your heritage. I know you’re not fully Native American! Overall, though, I thought it was really good and displayed your thoughts very nicely! Keep up the great work!
Thank you for reading my poem! There is a typo in the second stanza. Instead of “swearing colors” it should be “Swirling colors.”
Katie,
Thank you for letting us know about the typo. That was my error! I have made the change.
Good work,
Mrs. D
your poem is so amazing I really like how creative you are it is totally awesome. anyway I like the verse you used
” I am from beating drums From trails of tears From not wasting a thing And becoming one with the Earth” because that is something i can totally connect to