Posted on April 18, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
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
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Posted on April 18, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
I am from music blasting from speakers,
From piles of shirts, shorts, socks, and sneakers
From every wall, you see a picture
And laughs and memories are within these mixtures
I am from a room, a house, a home
From a yard where people stroll about, a yard where dogs roam
From the hissing of skates on the gray, cement pavement
And a family of long-living lives is spent
I am from the big state of the famous peach
From the Lovett School, where teachers teach
From the city also known as the “ATL”
And “being chill” is what we do well
I am from the red, the white, and the blue
From the freedom that’s marked on me like a tattoo
From Mount Rushmore where four heads are stoned
And three unknown soldiers are respected but unknown
I am from a big, happy family
From a large but loving family tree
From a German to European and even a French man
And the list goes on, and on, and on, and…
I am from a love and passion of art
From music to painting and acting in my heart
From a wish to become a musician some day
And from this I must say,
From a fondness of my house, my state, my land,
And of all of this, I understand,
I am from home.
-Besty P., 8th Grade, The Lovett School
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Posted on April 18, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
I am from games all over the floor,
From Xbox and Connect Four,
From Monopoly, Money and Sorry,
And my homework done in a hurry.
I am from a two story brick built home.
From a garden filled with flowers from Rome,
From kids playing on the yard,
And a tight security door guard.
I am from Waffle House and Chick-fil-A,
From Coca Cola every single day,
From the cars all covered in pollen,
And trees with leaves that have hardly fallen.
I am from the red, white, and blue,
From the president and his crew,
From Lady Liberty standing tall,
And the great American sport, football.
I am from struggles in Brazil,
From dreams that must be fulfilled,
From the blazing heat in Ecuador,
And independence from conquistadors.
I am from a soccer gifted family,
From soccer practice daily,
From dreaming to be on that stadium field,
And scoring the goal to keep the game sealed.
I am from home.
-Marcos S., 8th Grade, The Lovett School
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Posted on April 18, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
I am from rays of morning light glistening off of the walls and couches
From the quiet pitter-patter of animals on the hard, wooden floor
From the hypnotizing aroma of dinner wafting through the air
And the comforting heat of the new, glowing fire
I am from home - chaotic, comforting, and serene
I am from a beige castle hidden amongst the trees
From orchestras of birds and cicadas
From curving and cracking pavement
From a cold pool and a wet dog
And grass that never seems to grow
I am from endless skyscrapers and nonstop peaches
From lions of blue and white
From dusty roads and polo fields
From comfort food, a local addiction
And neighbors who stay closer than family
I am from fifty stars and thirteen stripes
From amber waves of grain
From Washington, and Jefferson, and Lincoln
From football and baseball, two true national pastimes
And equality and diversity through thick and thin
I am from the shores of Portugal and the shores of home
From the strong-minded and the strong-bodied
From the most independent and proud of people
From broad smiles and glasses half full
And where honesty is second to none
I hope for bright, careless mornings
From peace that will last and air that is clean
From justice for all, no matter the costs
From family and loyalty
And faith
I am from home.
-Grant F., 8th Grade, The Lovett School
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Posted on April 18, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
Sometimes I want to soar like a silver tipped bird into a silky blue sky, singing with the soft sounds of the wind.
Echoes ring in my ears, the sweet sound of my destiny that is to follow.
I’d like to spread my wings to the farthest gates of the earth, pushing off this dry land in escape from this path I have taken too long.
I will wander into a land of bliss looking into the future for hope and contemplating my past mistakes, a haze that hangs in my eyes.
I will roam the skies with all my might and everything will flow seamlessly together.
I will fly to the beat of the wind and the birds will be my orchestra.
I will spread my wings into a canvas of time and become free.
-Suzannah T., 7th Grade, The Lovett School
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