This poem is a riff off of another poem by George Ella Lyons. As a teacher I would use the lesson the author provided and help students create “I am From” poems, which were always beautiful. I never took the initiative to write one myself… I would model lines here and there, but was always too busy with writing conference to take it to publication. I have been longing to write one, so here goes! Following this poem is a link to the lesson and original poem.
I Am From I am from sunny summers, Barefoot bike rides, With pants rolled up. And I am from forever fields, Taller than me, Laying there In that grass - the air still and heavy. The sun warm and sleepy. The sounds of birds And insects - Always the sound of insects, The thick swarming of mosquitoes. Always mosquitoes. I am from the side Of a pond, cat-tails dance, Fingers in the water. A frog's call enticing us, Urging us, "Catch Me." And I am from the skip of a stone. The surface of the water Glassy and dancing with Flecks of golden sunlight, Broken now and rippling. I am from late night games Of kick-the-can, And neighborhood kids Who scatter and run, In Land of the Midnight Sun. We were from "Crack the Whip," Lines that snake and curl. And I am from forts, Secret forts, Built by the sides of those ponds, In the dark part of the woods. I am from long summer days Spent feral, A wild thing, We were all wild things. Until, one by one, Our mother's stood in doorways And called. It was time to go home.
George Ella Lyon: Where I am From poem and lesson