Where I'M From Poem by Lila Holmes

Where I'M From

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I am from long car rides and white knuckled fists.

I am from trickling creeks and infinite forests.

I am from clam "chowdah" and wicked awesome.

From moving vans and moving boxes.

I am from when one door closes another one opens.

I am from dusty crops and dusty shins.

I am from dirt roads and 4H meetings.

From blue ribbons and well groomed chickens.

I am from tractor rides and bee-bee guns.

I am from dance classes and dirty sunglasses.

From broken bones and ice cream cones.

I am from these moments,

Etched in my brain,

In times of chaos,

keeping me sane.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: me
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Saadat Tahir 14 June 2014

vivid imaginative and fresh from the country side beautifully descriptive...and enjoyable too liked

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Lorraine Colon 12 June 2014

Well, your place of origin sounds like a mighty fine place of good down-to-earth philosophies. And yes, in times of chaos they do keep you sane. Great poem!

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Colleen Courtney 11 June 2014

Ah! Cllam chowdah and wicked awesome. You have to be a Massachusetts girl! ! ! If not, definitely somewhere in New England, but I'd venture to guess Mass! Lol. This is the third poem I've read of yours and I love the imagery your pieces evoke! Looking forward to reading more.

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