Thursday, September 13, 2007

I am from

I am from golf courses and sand dunes,
swim practice and saturday cartoons.

I am from Butches, Rays, skipped classes,
and a plethora of smart asses.

I am from heckling and the occasional boast,
and Michigan's grand west coast.

I am from James and Peggy,
learning to drive in a hand-me-down Chevy.

I am from more heart than height,
and learning when not to fight.

I am from the tourists destination,
a simple part in God's creation.

I am from sledding across the street,
and always having enough to eat.

I am from too much time in the pool,
and being raised as an individual.

I am from a family of love and care,
despite me keeping them up in prayer.

I am from an exceptional past,
with the future approaching fast.

2 comments:

Mr. Marshall said...

Nice poem, I liked how you actually got yours to rhyme. Whenever I do that I always sound like a retarded Dr. Seuss.

Ashley Vogl said...

I think this poem is really good! I love some of the references you make to the past, especially like "learning to drive in a hand-me-down Chevy". Things like that are so easy for readers to relate to....great poem!