Today students spent some time brainstorming for their own "Where I'm From" poems.
These poems are to mirror the style of George Ella Lyon's poem of the same name, but should reflect their individual culture and personal perspective. The original poem is below, and many templates can be found by typing "where I'm from poem template" into Google for a search. Students DO NOT have to follow any template exactly, and in fact, have been encouraged to branch out and add or subtract lines, etc, as they choose. At the same time, this poem can not simply be a listing of items.
Final Poems Due Thursday
Where I'm From - George Ella Lyons
I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch.
it tasted like beets.)
I am from the forsythia bush
the Dutch elm
whose long-gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I'm from fudge and eyeglasses,
from Imogene and Alafair.
I'm from the know-it-alls
and the pass-it-ons,
from Perk up! and Pipe down!
I'm from He restoreth my soul
with a cottonball lamb
and ten verses I can say myself.
I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch,
fried corn and strong coffee.
From the finger my grandfather lost
to the auger,
the eye my father shut to keep his sight.
Under my bed was a dress box
spilling old pictures,
a sift of lost faces
to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments--
snapped before I budded --
leaf-fall from the family tree.