Tuesday, April 8, 2014
I am from…..
I am from ________________________ (an everyday item in your home)
from ________________ and _______________ (products or everyday items in your home)
I am from the ___________________________ (description of your home)
_________________________________ (a detail about your home – a smell, taste, or feel)
I am from the____________________ (plant, flower, natural item)
The __________________________ (plant or tree near your home)
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from _______________ and ________________ (a family tradition and family trait)
from ______________and ______________________ (family members)
I’m from _________________and _________________ (family habits)
and from_____________________. (family habit)
I’m from _______________ and _______________ (things you were told as a child)
and ____________________________________ (a song or saying you learned as a child)
I’m from_________________________ (a family tradition)
I’m from ____________ (place of birth) and ___________ (family ancestry, nationality or
place)
_______________and _________________ (family foods)
From ___________________________________ (a story about a family member)
___________________________ (detail about the story or person)
_____________________________ (description of family momentos, pictures or treasures.)
_________________________ (location of momentos – under my bed, on the wall, in my
heart)
______________________________________________ (more description if needed)
_______________________________________________
By (student name)__________________________ Date_____________
“I Am From” Poem Template
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I am from…..
ReplyDeleteAdapted by Levi Romero
Inspired by “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon
I am from Keurig and Nespresso
from religious artifacts and stone facades
I am from the zero lot line
linseed oil and port wine
I am from the honeysuckle
The quick growing neem
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from horned frogs and widow’s peaks
from Ron and Barb
I’m from foodies and old movies
and from expensive whiskies.
I’m from no y’alls and no drawls
and “to bear with unbearable sorrow”
I’m from Texas Rangers baseball
I’m from Cowtown and heraldry shields
chicken Divan and aloo gobi
From Claire’s Drive In and CB
beer bellies and Hell’s Half Acre
dead smiles in black and white on important days
on the wall on the mantle on the shelf
I am from my histories, my loves, and my futures
I am from deep wounds and crooked sutures
I am from all I have met, seen , and heard
I am from the albatross and the dodo bird
more than that I am my self
By Andrew Fort
Date 4/7/14
DeleteI am from family pictures
from inspirational weavings and dark woods
I am from the one story brick ranch
lemon pledge and clove buds
I am from the rose bush
The oak whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from baseball tournaments and soccer games
from Rimi, Rani, Ani, and Nick
I’m from smoked brisket and family feasts
and from passionate beliefs
I’m from chemo and radiation and they are in a better place
and to march into Hell for a heavenly cause
I’m from Texas Rangers games
I’m from Panther City and Wedgewood
Smashburger, fajitas, and masala chicken
From anytime you are hungry I’ll get you something to eat
Everyday I’ll rub your feet
The indention on my left ring finger
My heart, my life, my family
Drew
I am from the television
Deletefrom Nutella and Fried chicken
I am from the quiet and comfortable room
From the stinky smell of my dog’s poop
I am from the daisy
The big brown oak tree near the gates
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from Wingstop weekends and soccer nights
from Elizabeth and father
I’m from forever lasting laughs and bad jokes
and from loud singing
I’m from “Put a sweater on” and “Finish everything in that plate”
and It’s for your own good.
I’m from Sunday’s for family
I’m from Irving and Parkland
Carne asada and Enchiladas
From i saw the devil
looking right at me
baby pictures
on the walls
I am from…..
ReplyDeleteI am from toaster oven
from cast iron skillet and whisks
I am from the open concepts
comfort
I am from the broccoli
The red tip photinia
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from ice cream at midnight and big noses
from Rimi, Rani, Ani, and Nick
I’m from baseball and soccer and eating too much
and from watching TV
I’m from quiet and shhh
and hungry kids in Africa
I’m from waking up early
I’m from Funkytown and EUseless
Smoked sausage and grilled corn
From “Window, look out window!”
Mamu proposes to B
Pictures
in every spot
Memories
in the past
I am
I am from the ice
ReplyDeletefrom water and freezer
I am from the nice cold freezer
when you feel or touch the ice it feel so cold
I am from the a beautiful rose
The beautiful rose (plant or tree near your home)
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from love and hate from Mom and Dad
I’m from a loveable and careful family
and from a truthful home.
I’m from the truth and love
and I will always be there for you
I’m from family that cares
I’m from Dallas and South Dallas
Nacho’s and Pizza
From A good mom and a bad dad just don’t want to be there for me I will live with the my mom she just the best
Mom you are the best you sweet and beautiful
The pictures that we take together it some so awesome
In my heart I have something for you I Love You
By :Antarias Crook Date 4/8/14
“I Am From” Poem Template
I am from family photos
ReplyDeletefrom my television and refrigerator
I am from of wood
my house smells like old house, but it is not
I am from the Charlie cat
The giant tree likes everyday
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from a traditional Christmas and a family trip to Mexico
from Elsamaria and Aaron
I’m from watch a movie in the living
and from laugh and speak at dinner
I’m from sleep before midnight and not eat sweets before meals
and the song of the alphabet in Spanish
I’m from take pictures in high places
I’m from Monterrey and Mexico
Chilaquiles and real mexican tacos
From live alone with my older brother
my dad and my mom all days are stronger
We have a hall full of photos
We have memories everywhere,
in the kitchen, in the heart and the mirror edge.
By Oscar Zambrano Date 9/09/2014
I am from unwashed dishes
ReplyDeletefrom lost phones and scattered possessions
I am from the secure cul de sac, sheltered in the corner bricked
Vintage house
I am from the trees in the back
The little tree you saved
whose long gone limbs I remember
as we’ve grown together.
I’m from late movie nights and thanksgiving camping trips
from The Cookie Monster and Dora
I’m from midnight coffee breaks and Saturday morning service
and from therapy trips to the store
I’m from lazybone and “don’t be another statistic”
and from as constant as the stars above
I’m from summer trips to Mexico
I’m from Irving and El Salvador
Pupusas and stinky cheese
From Emily’s kindergarten picture day
with crooked bangs and tiara
a library full of albums from road trips, school trips, and family trips
designated to the almost-always-empty shelf
With their familiar crinkle of pages from friends inspections
_______________________________________________
By Leahnes Villatoro Date 4/11/14