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"Where I'm From" Inspired by George Ella Lyon

  • Claire Carpenter
  • Apr 12, 2016
  • 1 min read

I am from books

From pen and paper

I am from the roots of life lovely, open

It felt like i am from the soul

The grass that grows from it.

I’m from the holidays and noise

From Clay and Stacy

I’m from the learning and growing

From your best is just enough and if you try you will succeed

I’m from the old and the new testaments

Raised in the church.

I’m from the battle born state and Western Europe

Goulash and garlic bread

From the crash in which one brave soul was spared

The wisdom in their eyes

Photos boxed beneath the bed

I am from a family of success.

Reflection:

In reflection of this work, I have found myself looking inward on this piece. I feel passionately about this work. The process of taking someone's thought out poetry and making a few words or phrases my own, has been a real spin on poetry. I feel like this allowed me to focus on what points I wanted to make. I didn’t have to work on formatting or choosing words or layout.

I learned that I am a very unique person as a result of this project. After reading through my class’s poems, I saw how each of us was immensely different just through the direction we decided to take this. It was also interesting how each of us chose to reveal little things about ourselves.

I really enjoyed this process over all. It was something new. The assignment wasn’t write a book report, or a 5 paragraph reflection. It was something that we have never worked on, and I think that made if more fun to complete.

 
 
 

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