I'm from home
From the old wood-stove burning with a serene orange glow
Where I'm from full of laughter lots of fun but oddly enough as quiet as a mouse.
I am from the campfire
from the warm orange glow
I'm from Rangers and Golf carts
From Gaters and Quads
I'm from ponds and loaders
From Bobcats and highlows
I'm from the snow and the ice
From blizards and hot chocotate
I am from swing sets and sand boxes
From small cuts to sandy toes
I am from areas of corn fields
From the buzzing bugs
I am from the old train tracks
Full of fun and adventure
I am from a small town,
From a neighborhood, full with children running and playing on sticky summer days.
I am from a place with two high schools,
that act as one in the class.
I am from worn springs screeching as we bounce up and down on the tramp.
I am from a small farm, from a large field and big barn. I am from pale skin in the snowy winter. I am from a shy shell that is easily broken when strangers become companions.
I am from noise,
from Italian and German.
I am from the grassy yard,
from tag, sprinklers, and games late in to the night.
I am from small town,
from knowing people and many friends.
I am from the sleepless nights with friends,
From the endless movies and games.
I'm from catching turtles and snakes at the cottage,
From the wind and water licking at my hair.
I am from speed,
From wipeouts and getting stranded.
I am from river traditions with family,
From crashing into trees in canoes and catching butterflies.
I am from the country
From the breeze blowing through my hair
Where the sweet smell of fresh air is always present
I am from climbing trees
From playing catch outside with my brother
I am from exploring the woods
From going on adventures in the backyard.
I am from old fishing line
from hooks and sinkers and broken poles
I am from the back woods
from bites to cool finds
I am from line drives
the pitch from the mound
the grounders and the high flies
from loosing more than winning
I am from hardwork from the sweat dripping on the hardwood floor
I am from the court where I would play for hours and hours
I'm from red dirt and bruises.
From white chalk and yellow drinks.
I'm from the hard feel of the ball hitting my glove to the tingling in my fingers when the seams pass through.
From the fresh cut grass that you can't help but pull.
I'm from the dull lights on the board, humming itself a tune while taking pictures with champions.
I am from knee scrapes and broken ankles
From kick flips and primos
From hoodrats and hooligans
From the ledges and rails
From streets and plazas
I am from the yellow house across from the log cabin, bright and colorful
I am from friends, from fun days and memories I'll never forget
I am from the city,
from cars and polluted air.
I am from stores,
from clothes and cosmetics.
I am from dance,
from ballet tights and leotards.
I'm from soccer and fishing. I'm from hard work, not giving up. If it gets tough get tougher.
I am from sand,
From freshwater lakes to beach wavy hair.
I am from swing sets,
From getting high on swings at recess.
I am from Zeeland,
A small town with a nice community
I am from the competitor and the racer.
I'm from the you can't win me all's
and the always win.
From the try harders
and the take it easys.
I am from always be you and make your own life,
yet never stray from His path.
I am from the woods, from a little green bike and toy guns.
I am from the old creaky hammock, from weeds plucked from the backyard and warm burning sun.
I am from my friends, from good times and spongebob.
I'm from iced tea and home cooking,
(A little of this
A little of that)
From a half-empty refrigerator and full bellies.
I'm from warm blankets,
From long-distance Christmases and surprise vacations
I am from the outdoors,
Running from behind enemy lines to grab their flag and back.
From building forts and sword fighting with sticks.
Camping in tents and late nights by the fire.
I am from the World Wide Web where videos are posted everyday.
I am from the pixelated moving pictures, small and colorful.
I am from a gaming console whose controller is like my second nature.
I am from arts and sports,
from cheer and dance
I am from the hairspray that holds my poof
(Sticky, sparkly, it tasted like perfume.)
I am from the high kicks
the wooden shoes
which I broke endlessly as if it were a daily routine.
I'm from tubing
I'm from dogs
I'm from cats
I'm from writing
I am from reading
I am from the great outdoors
from Big Bass Lake.
I am from king of the raft
and the bottle cap game.
I'm from food and drinks,
Dr. Pepper and donuts.
From my fathers bald head,
Where I see my reflection.
Pictures scatter my house
Of memories I want to keep
To ones I can't get rid off
I am from those moments
As these moments are from me
I am from cottonwoods
from frogs in the green pond.
I am from the broken board on the back deck.
I am from afternoons by the pool in summertime.
I am from the dusty roads
I am from the Amish in their homes
I am from the lakes and pines
I am from the streets and stone
I am from a home where I'm loved and wanted
I am form grand rapids where the cars on the highway pass every day.
I am from home,
where everyone comes together.
I am from running into screen doors,
turning my nose red.
I am from loving hands helping me along the way.
I am from the garage from oil and grease
I am from the race track and the sound of engines roar
I am from silver lake to Crandon WI
I am from the greatest place on earth
I am from Friday Night Light
Football underneath the lights
From bumps and bruises
to hoots and losses.
I am from the forest,
from the leaves and branches.
I am from adventure
and the peace and quite.
I am from birds chirping,
from the highest most tree,
ones I wish I could climb and take in the view.
From the glistening beaches to the warm soft sand underneath my feet. I am from a happy home and family vacations. I am from Zeeland.
I am from the constant summer cookouts
from burgers on the grill to Spanish rice made with love
I am from the Uno tournaments
the games where Grandma "always wins" with the highest score
I'm from Halloween candy and Christmas presents
I'm from church with family and my friends
From late nights at the cottage by the lake and fishing off the boat on the calm water.
I am from the 100 year old
House in the middle of no where.
I am from tractors and old rusty trucks.
I'm from rednecks and yuppies.
I am from adventures and life changing experiences;
joined by the oblivious who would call me a pal.
The warm joy of companions.
Should I delve into depression,
kind strangers would embrace me.
I am from bitter subterfuge.
I'm from the tree stand were deer and coons walk I'm from the brown cornfield to the deep woods
I'm from the wooden shoe and big red, from tubing, boating and water skiing in the summer to snow days, sledding and snow skiing in the winter.
I am from the house on the street corner of nice and normal.
From a place of long winters and humid summers.
A place that has endless sandy shoreline with dark blue water at its edges.
A place where tulips grow in abundance in the spring only to stay a while.
Souvenirs and pictures from many tropical getaways
Carnival Imagination and Sunshine which had taken us to Mexico, Grand Turk, Grand Cayman, Bahamas, Jamacia and many more.
I am from dreams that turned to reality from the loving parents who took us to see the world.
I am from the house with a blue roof,
From blisters from the monkey bars.
I am from my parents buying me a karaoke machine,
Realizing they regretted it because of the loudness of my singing.
I'm from the joy of a loving, tight-knit family
Who would go to the beach for only a scene.
I am from bass, alto and treble,
Cello, viola, violin and brass.
From the acrylics to waters,
Which decorate my walls.
The talents that run through my veins.
I am from the old white and green house on the right
Surrounded by cornfields and big green trees
I am from hunting and fishing
To tulips and parades
I am from home,
from church mornings and football nights.
I am from tight knit,
dirty dogs and dirty clothes.
I am from Dutch with tulips,
and two cities.
I'm from neighborhood homes,
from snowy days and rainy nights.
I'm from fake lives,
inside sad smile and low laughter.
I'm from head, heart, feet,
from run, races repeat.
I am from the Spanish speaker and Amercan livers. I'm from tight spaces and open minds. I'm from where happiness flows and anger lurks.
I am from dogs and a guinea pig,
then later two cats.
From bad penmanship and no-good spellers.
I'm from swimming pools and sand boxes,
the ice cream shop next door
I am from band,
from teamwork and individuality,
to all the victories and defeats.
I'm from the laughs we have
Every day after lunch
Playing games and chatting,
until we go to work again.
I'm from the jerseys in the hall way
From the good lucks on game day
The congratulations or you'll get 'em next time
I am from fresh cut grass and Mosquitos.
I am from gasoline and hot steel.
I am from screwdriver and ratchet, and stains that won't come out.
I am from no friends for miles around, and playing with fire in the dry field.
I am from 2 storms staring at eachother face to face to form one destructive storm, leaving behind a rainbow of colors and new hopes, dreams, to rebuild something better than what it once was before.
I am from chili peppers and hot air balloons.
I am from apple blossoms and waving branches
From lost hopes and dreams.
I am from butting heads
From corrals and clowns of red.
I am from fresh cut grass,
Broken cars and mud runs.
I am from the sprinkler under the trampoline.
I am from the sun in the park
Whose rays gave me bleach blonde hair
And skin like a lobster.
I am from young and younger,
Form Angie and Conrado.
I am from an early riser and a late nighter.
From a subdivision,
Surrounded by friendly faces.
I am from the pool in my backyard,
With friends all around.
I'm from h2o and chlorine, from loud whistles to soft encouragements. From adrenaline rushes and nervous jitters. I'm from the excitement of cheering teammates and fast accomplishments.
I'm from the dance floor.
from blood, sweat, and tears
I'm from the constant need to be better
better than myself.
I'm from bright lights and costume changes.
I am from a world of melodies,
From movement with counts and sounds.
I am from words on pages,
Pages hidden between covers.
I am from giggles and laughs,
From never ending silliness
And living in the moment.
I'm from sunshine and boat rides,
From flying off a tube in the middle of the lake.
I'm from 2 people who have shown me unconditional love,
And all the "try it again!"'s and "don't give up!"'s they gave.
I'm from the tulips sprouting in the spring,
From the fresh smell of that doughy, sweet, delicious elephant ear,
From the wooden shoes clacking on the street, while the mops follow behind and clean them.
I'm from the marching band roaring down the streets pridefully representing their schools in front of their friends and families.
I am from the sounds of dogs barking and kids playing football in the yard.
I am from kicking the can or finding the rag to signal victory.
I am from the small pond behind my house where summer days were waisted away.
I am from a medium sized city in Michigan,
with the sound of cars.
Also with the sight of children playing,
with the annoyance of neighbors complaining.
I am from traveling
Whether ten miles from home or many more
Marshmallows roasting and sparks crackling to salty hair with warm air
From different faces and different places
I am from great memories.
I'm from sand on my feet from walks on the beach
I'm from long road trips to the great up north
I'm from apple picking and colorful fall leaves.
I am from procrastination
Dont expect me to do something right away
It might be a little bit before it gets done
I'm from staying up late
Sometimes not even sleeping
Not even a second
I'm from he is my savior
with fragrant white lilies
and green palm leaves
I'm from Leo and Ashley
from the life of my grandpa
being taken away to
the finger my dad lost to a drill press
I am from abc's and 123's
learning the simple things
I am from painting and coloring
pretending to be an artist
while I couldn't even stay between the lines
I am from the crisp fall nights
To blistering family rooms and basement games.
I am from the sweat and work
I'm from the swaying hammocks and barbecue summer days.
I am from grass stained jeans to formal Sundays
I'm from the laughing late nights with no cares today
I am from just smiling every day
I am from the competition
Going with no rest
From the eager
Whose life is filled with stress
From hard work and discipline
Without which is just a game
I am from the discomfort
Finding comfort in the same
I am from sunscreen, flip flops and pink cheeks,
From pool toys and flippers scattered around the pool.
I am from Blue Lake Fine Arts camp with melodies whispering through the trees.
From blue polos, knee socks and a name badge carefully placed over my heart.
I am from the gray house on the busy street.
From blanket forts, coloring books, and Disney princesses.
I am from smiles and high pitched screams of happiness.
From old photographs that make me want to burst with laughter.
Ms. Curlett9th Grade English TeacherWriter.Avid Reader.Thinker.