Poems inspired by George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”
“I am from”
I am from iron skillets.
From brushes and makeup.
I am from the brick house with pillars,hardwood floors, and the smell of pancakes on Saturday morning.
I am sweet dream flowers.
The palm tree whose long gone fronds I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from singing Happy Birthday to Jesus and
having birthday parties from Denay and James.
I’m from having Saturday morning breakfast and having long football nights
and having pool days.
I’m from the King Family and you can do anything as long as you believe in yourself
and the song “The Wind Beneath My Wings “by Bette Midler
I’m from decorating the Christmas tree.
I’m from Decatur, Ga and African American and Cherokee Indian
and from Mac and cheese and dressing
From when you were a baby stories,” you were so cute and a good baby.”
From pictures of my Dad in the Army
Pictures of Paris my dream vacation that. I hope to go on one day.
My trips around the Caribbean are forever in my heart.
Turks and Caicos, Jamaica, Dominican Republic, Hawaii, Cuba, Punta Cana, and the Bahamas.
I love where I am from and I am proud of it.
Angel King 9-11-17
I Am From Poem by Tanya Dimova- Bjork
I am from books
From Sharpies and pens
I am from the house with a big backyard
The excitement of seeing my dog after a long day at school
I am from the tomato plant
The oak tree
Whose long gone limbs I remember
As if they were my own
I’m from New Years Eve Party and blue eyes
From Boyana and Daniel
I’m from a messy house and good food
And from late night dinner
I’m from the boogie man and the tooth fairy
And you get what you get and you don’t throw a fit
I’m from Christmas Eve Dinner
I’m from Kansas City and Bulgaria
Pasta and meatloaf
From my 6th birthday party
When the cake tasted terrible
Family pictures
On my desk
My sister, dog, dad, and mom
These are the people in my family
Who help me be happy everyday
I am from Vanilla Bean Noel Perfume
From sweet tea and fried chicken
I am from the fine cut rocks
The cold granite counters
I am from the oak trees
The lake in my yard
whose mud made my hands dirty
I’m from decorating the Christmas tree and wrapping presents
from Molly and David
I’m from having arguments with my sister and aAlways eating at El Carrizo
I’m from yellings “Go Dawgs!”
and from saying “Yes Ma’am and Yes Sir,” and “Please and Thank you”
From going to cChurch on Sundays
I’m from going to dove shoots
From big family holidays
And from eating hot dogs and hamburgers
I’m from watching ICarly and Hannah Montana
From driving to soccer and getting home late
I’m from going to the beach
and playing bocci ball
I’m from winning Jeff Cup
and cheering on Atlanta United
From singing in the car and dancing in the kitchen
I’m from bacon for breakfast
and pierogies for dinner
From looking through old pictures of my family and me
These pictures represent the love that binds us
A life filled with happiness and support from family and friends
By London Horiuchi September 7, 2017
“Where I am from”
Ned Jones
I am from the south
From barbeque and Dr. Pepper
I am from noise and chaos
Like fighting with brothers
I am from the woods and forest
I am from God
I am from Allyson and Jared
And a whole family of Christians
I am from golfing on a hot day
I am from “clean up your room; it’s a mess”
I am from Christmas and Easter dinner
From hanging out with family members
I am from cats, dogs, and brothers
From going on church every Sunday
I am from Irish and American blood
I am from the beach trips we go on as a family
To the fractured foot I got in PE
I am from the smell of southern cooking
I am from car trips
From watching TV and playing Xxbox with friends
I am staying up till 10:00 on weekends
To sleeping till 10:00 every morning
I am from hanging out with friends
And hard work pays off
Where I’m From – Hannah Grace Mayfield
I am from milk cartons and the smell of chlorine.
I am from the feel of the couch on Saturdays.
From yelling “Roll Tide” at the kick of the football.
I am from the sweet gum that makes my nose run and the flower bush that was always picked from.
I’m from dark hair on one side and light on the other.
From Mommy and Daddy, and Penny, too.
I’m from eating plain ice and chocolate pies.
I’m from “Let’s read at bedtime” and “Get to work.”
I’m from “Eat” and “Stop reading and go to bed.”
I am from opening presents on Christmas morning and foreign coins in the closet.
I am a Mississippi magnolia tree.
I am from grasshopper pie and chocolate chip cookies with a secret ingredient.
I am from playing with my dog and fighting with my sister, and the other way around.
I am from the feel of my bed as I read the night away.
I am from guacamole and chips.
I am from the family stories about places we’ve been.
I am from the story of a lot of people packed in a station wagon on a sightseeing trip.
I am from the countless trips to the library.
I am from fiction and historical fiction.
I am from the smell of the salty air and the feel of the wet sand.
I am the hole that I made in the sand that I saw someone fall into.
I am from the constant sound of the waves hitting the shore.
I am from the smell of doughnuts by the ocean.
I am from the fun jumping in the waves.
I am from the whistle of my coach and the yells of kick harder.
I am from the adrenaline of a 100 fly and the fear of a 500 free.
I am from practices and more practices.
I am from drylands.
I am from state championships and off-years.
I am from watching out for nuts.
I am from church on Sundays and praying at night.
I am from school and locker break frenzy.
I am from happy and sad and in between
I am from smiling and laughing along with my family.
I am from the end of this life and the start of a new one.
I am from hope.
DAR History Essays – Congrats to the following students whose essays were selected to represent St. Luke School in the local Daughters of the American Revolution Essay Contest. This year’s topic was “A Colonial Family’s Reaction to the Stamp Act:”
- Hannah Beth Brown Luke Majors Carter Hudson
- Claire Hidle Ashton Lucas Alex Burgess
- Ashley Murphy Molly Barr
These student poems are based on George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From.”
Prezi presentation by Maria Eckstein: http://prezi.com/ycx2ql84ove7/?utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=copy
I am From by Olivia Sharpe 8/27/15
I am from wooden spoons and pots as drums,
I am from honeysuckles and bead bracelets on sunny saturdays,
I am from long hallways, wide porches, big kitchens and lush green grass,
I am from the daisies over the hill, and the tall sturdy dogwood as my afternoon shade whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from yes sir and no mam’s and drawn out words
I’m from Maw-MAw and Paw-Paw
I”m from Sunday church and big family dinners and from late night stars
I’m from knee high to a grasshopper and I’ll love you till the sun don’t rise
and “Jesus Loves Me.”
I’m from bonfires and popped open truck beds
I’m from Alabama and the deep south
Slow cooked bbq and low country boil
From the mule rides around the farm
I am from baby pictures in white dresses, and far back birthday cards in a hat box under the bed.
I am from my family’s love!
“Where I’m From” by Ashley Murphy 8/27/15
I am from books,
from dirty dishes and laundry waiting to be folded.
I am from the trees,
the hydrangeas whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from adventures and Thanksgiving in the Everglades,
from Aunt Jill and Paw Paw.
I’m from movie-watching and four-wheeler-riding,
and from messiness.
I’m from obeying and “Be polite!”,
and “Go Tell It On the Mountain”.
I’m from Murphy Nights.
I’m from Atlanta and Ireland,
meatloaf and green bean casserole.
From the Blue Light,
“Snowy, snowy white…”,
picture books
on a shelf in the living room.
I am From… by Claire Hidle
I am from bookshelves
from Windex and sunscreen
I am from the brick house on Cape Cod
The clean clothes smell filling the house
I am from the creek
The Japanese maple
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own
I’m from Christmas Eve and blue eyes
from Andy and Tish
I’m from races and golf
and from rock climbing
I’m from “work hard” and “be nice”
And “Jesus Loves Me”
I’m from church on Sunday
I’m from Georgia and America
S’mores and barbecue
From dad dancing like a fool
in public
Old pictures of a little girl
On the pink board beside my bed
Where I’m From By: Caroline Grace Renner
I am from the wooden piano, from books and American Girl Dolls.
I am from the brick house on 2602 Lynda Lane, with the long hallway I used to always run down. I am from the wobbly brick fence in which I used to climb over. The oak tree with the broken rope swing, whose long limbs I remember so well as if they were my own.
I’m from Easter Dinner and Christianity, from the Renners and Sassers. I’m from Donuts with Dad and church on Sundays, and The Andy Griffith Show.
I’m from doing it right the first time, and work hard along with the usual, the ABC’s. I’m from throwing reindeer food out into the lawn on Christmas Eve. I’m from Columbus and America, lemon chicken, and buttermilk pie too. From running away from my mom in the parking lot as a kid. My pink puppy, Pluto in my bed. These memories have stitched themselves forever in my heart and head.
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