Where I’m From Poem

For this weeks post I chose to rewrite a new (other than the first line) “Where I’m From” poem:

I am from the basketball hoop in my basement

from a bucket of whiffle balls and rubber bases.

I am from non-stop activity

and carefree living.

I am from the front porch that was used as base for man hunt

whose loneliness attracted those who made it there alive.

I am from my drum kit and my baseball glove

from Rolland and Lou

I am from twisted humor and the need to constantly argue

and from very loud noise

from the love of all things sports.

I am from St. Stephen the Martyr.

I am from Grandpa Rolly and Grandpa Frank

from goulash and biscuits and gravy

from grandpa saving the day

and from grandma making me butter noodles.

I am from those moments that I cherish and that make me who I am today.





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