Where I'm from Poem

Where I'm From Poem

I am from softballs

From bats and gloves

I am from the small creek by school

(Feeling the cool water beneath my feet)

I am from the pine tree

The small swing set outside

Whose chains have rusted into almost nothing

I am from home-cooked meals and puzzles

From Allen and McKeown

I'm from the do-your-best's

And the we're proud of you's

From study hard and do your homework

I'm from the small parish next to school

Where I've been singing for almost ten years

I'm from America and Ireland

Pizza and Irish step-dancing

From my hardworking grandfather

To the laid back, laziness called my dad

In the old attic above the family computer

Behind all the musty blankets and pillows

I find pictures, signs, reminders; of what is and what used to be

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