Got this over at Jen’s at Diaryof1.
Love this little poem template. Give it a shot, if you are interested…
I am from afghans, from Rice A Roni and oversized dining room tables
I am from the red farm house, the coal bin and the smell of alfalfa fresh cut in July sun. Green and brown, black and warm.
I am from the timothy grass, the wild rose and the sandstone pillar. The sage brush, the african violet and Mystic Lake. Each surviving against impossible odds.
I am from songs and strong opinions. From Jacob & Alvina, MerleAvo & Lee. Billy & Eva.
I am from laughter and lengthy conversation and music. Piano, clarinet, four part harmony.
From work smarter not harder and the best thing that ever happened.
I am from exhuberant faith, a passion for truth and a journey that spans generations.
I’m from wide open skies and old European values. Of kneplah and pancakes on Saturday morning.
From the Great Depression, a cross country trip on a bus with chidren, a nickel and a bag of oranges. From the ironworker, and the preacher.
I am from an island, a dusty country hill and orange family pictures with bonnets. From an orphanage’s grandfather clock, Ellis Island and Oklahoma beans and cake on Grandma’s stove.