I am from Poem

I am From
by
Hazel Stewart


I am from ruffling Strawberry Shortcake curtains,
From being surrounded by Mighty Morphing Power Rangers and Hotwheels.
I am from the thread barren carpet,
From smoothly laminated storage holding ceramic ware.
I am from round sweet smelling blues whose juices still make my lips raise in
    a smile.


I'm from long winding dirt roads and railroad timbered barns
From Andre and Fredia.
I'm from overfilled saw horse tables overlaid with mouthwatering food.
From giving thanks with no less than fifty, and the running, pushing,
    shoving and shouting of football.
I'm from weekends with late midnight gatherings and long celebrating
    holiday parties with aunts, uncles, cousins and more.


I'm from "you talk too much" and "go play."
From big bones with soft curves and a quick fire-y temper.
I'm from the hay fields to the sweet tropics back to country bumpkins.
From fresh, deep, fried catfish and barrels of corn, shrimp, sausage,
    potatoes, and crabs.


A hard working early Saturday morning,
Grease in the hair, tracks in the mud with sun warmed lunches.
Bouncing in the seat of a big Mac, digging with diggers, repairing timber
    with timber.
Walls of faces all around, whispering the words and stories of the past,
As I live, I am carrying them in my heart with me.



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This was my first project for a major portion of my grade in my English class.
made 100 on it!