I Am from….

January 17th, 2008  Tagged , ,

Today in class, all seventh and eighth graders read  “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon.  Post your writing based on that poem here. 

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4 Responses to “I Am from….”

  1.   mel on January 23, 2008 1:38 pm

    I am from
    my mom and dad

    I am from
    tears,pain
    violance and abuse

    I am from
    nice people and nice things
    a small town
    and friendly people

    I am from
    the city but, mainly the country

    I am from
    where people live in streets
    and beg for food

    I am from
    the north and south
    where its hot during summers
    and very cold during winter

    I am from
    where kids cry at night
    and were some don’t have parents

    I am from
    the place i want to be.

  2.   Houston Cunningham on January 24, 2008 1:43 pm

    I’m from a hard working generation.A generation that requires strength,fitness,and healthiness.I’m from a generation of eating.A generation that requires a great amount of hunger and expanding of the stomach.I’m from a generation of sports.A generation that requires speed,agility,and confidence.I’m from a generation of style.A generation that requires nice clothes,nice hair cut,and nice shoes.I’m from a rich and healthy generation.

  3.   Maggie Caton on February 7, 2008 1:06 pm

    I am from
    I am from slamming doors,
    getting mad at little things!
    I am from cartoons and reality shows,
    nothing else to do.
    I am from a full house,
    fighting everywhere.
    I am from cereal in the morning,
    looking at the box while we eat.
    But most of all,
    I am from a southern heart,
    and completed by the people
    that love me.

  4.   abby myers on February 7, 2008 8:35 pm

    I am from church on sunday,
    and sometimes football games afterwards.

    From saying “Stay with me,please dont leave,
    c’mon man you gotta pull through.”

    From frowns and smiles,
    from tears but hope,
    from always trying to fit in.

    I am from dissapointment,
    and one life ruining day,
    the feeling that im being loved,
    and at the same time hated.

    I’m from hiking every weekend,
    and riding horses at the ranch,
    the wind blowing through my hair,
    and me saying “this is the life.”
    from hunting,fishing,
    all outdoors,
    I live to be outside.

    I’m from every food imaginable,
    and sherbet and sprite for dessert,
    having cookouts with the family,
    and smiling ear to ear.

    I am from neverending fun,
    from playing with cups and spoons in the mud,
    from eleven cousins and ,of course,my gram,
    from,in my eyes,a family of perfection.
    abby myers

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