Friday, February 29, 2008

Where I'm From poem

I found this neat poem online - I filled in the blanks to personalize it.

Where I'm From I am from computer chips, data punch cards, and from Apples that aren't fruit, and Dells that aren't glades.

I am from the house of cats, of sewing scraps, golf balls filling drawers, and computers galore. From shotguns and rifles, to bows and arrows, to golf clubs, speed boats, and water skis.

I am from the maple, oak, and walnut trees, many now cut down. From woods with my tree house that my Dad built from scratch. From the chapel in the church woods by the little creek with the crawdads, behind my house, where I spent many a pensive moment under the fountains of light shining down from Heaven.

I am from shooting ranges and water skiing and stoic German men who are afraid to give hugs, from Mae and Eddie and Bill & Helen.

I am from the family who lives for Star Trek, and Star Wars, and Sliders, and all that is sci-fi and I am from the family that's been scratched so many times we must be part cat, and yet can't live without them. I am from the family of softball - NO! not baseball, perish the thought. Of bats and balls and pitching lessons and umpiring.

I'm from a mom who always said "if you don't laugh, you'll cry" and "don't talk about undecided things lest you'll jinx them".

I am from the United Methodist, church choirs, and youth groups which I attended without my parents. I was strengthened by walking to church half a mile down the road, on my own, eager to worship my savior and God.

I'm from Cincinnati and a long ancestry come over from Germany in the 1850s and 1860s, from Grandma's macaroni & cheese that my cousin Denny and I adored to Cincinnati goetta and Dad's potato pancakes.

I went from a family with one child to a family with five. I am from a family that gathered at Grandpa's picnic grove for big family parties and who never missed Uncle Bill's Rainbow Division Reunion every summer, with Bingo and see saws and a sea of fossils in the drive. I am from a family that ice-skated behind Grandpa and Grandma's house when the picnic grove was closed for the winter.

I am from a family that picked cherries from Grandma's cherry tree and then baked the best fresh-made cherry pies in the world, and from a family that played penny poker every Thanksgiving and then played Canasta and Sambo with my card-shark Grandma. I am from a family where my mother made our afghans, upholstered our furniture, and made much of my clothing but never once, did she make a lasagna.

* I found this exercise at Midsummer Meanderings:

Here's the template for you to try it, if you like. If you do, I'd love to see what you come up with.

I am from _______ (specific ordinary item), from _______ (product name) and _______.

I am from the _______ (home description... adjective, adjective, sensory detail).

I am from the _______ (plant, flower, natural item), the _______ (plant, flower, natural detail)

I am from _______ (family tradition) and _______ (family trait), from _______ (name of family member) and _______ (another family name) and _______ (family name).

I am from the _______ (description of family tendency) and _______ (another one).

From _______ (something you were told as a child) and _______ (another).

I am from (representation of religion, or lack of it). Further description.

I'm from _______ (place of birth and family ancestry), _______ (two food items representing your family).

From the _______ (specific family story about a specific person and detail), the _______ (another detail, and the _______ (another detail about another family member).

I am from _______ (location of family pictures, mementos, archives and several more lines indicating their worth).

Have fun and make some memories.


DJ Kirkby said...

Wow, your poem turned out very sweet! I am going to try it at some point when I am feeling a bit more upbeat, I am a bit shocked at the moment as I was given my notice at work yesterday, earlier than expected becuase the woman who's maternity elave I am covering has decided that she is coming back early...sigh.

Unknown said...

I would love to do the poem thing but I suck at it even with a template. I think it comes from when I wrote this half arsed poem in high school - it was horrible cause I put no effort in - and it won a prize and then I had to stand up in front of people and read the ghastly thing. Public speaking is easy. Reciting pukeable poetry isn't. I have had poem phobia since then

Cath said...

That's beautiful and gives a little glimpse into your world.

Thanks for the template - I'll try it sometime and thanks for sharing.
Brave and honest.

Anny Cook said...

That was neat. Thanks for the template!

DJ, something WILL come along, but it sucks in the meantime!

Maggie May said...

Gosh, that looks difficult! I might look at it again when I have more experience.
Your poem came out lovely!

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Unknown said...

DJ - Hugs. I'm so very sorry. I've lost jobs before, too, so I can comisseraate. And here, my department is trying to hire somebody. We seem to have trouble finding someone computer literate who's also good on the phone. I don't know what's so hard about that.

I had trouble with the poem, too, even with the template. I'm not a poet. Surprise, surprise. Thanks for the kind words about the poem y'all.

DJ Kirkby said...

I've tagged you over on my 'Exquisite dreams' blog

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