Bailey Logan

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Where I'M From - Poem by Bailey Logan

I’m not from the king
Of Rock ‘n roll or otherwise
But I am from a castle
Maidens, dragons, noble steeds
From the fantasy of my current book

I’m not from the cut-down cherry tree
Or the Gettysburg Address
But I am from my house,
My little blue haven
At the end of Maple Leaf Drive

I’m not from Von Bismarck
And certainly not Napoleon,
But I am from my own personal war,
The general in a fight
Against a mix of emotions

I’m not from Wal-Mart
K-Mart or Target
But I am from my mom’s little Shoppe
Full of flowers, pastels,
Linens and knick-knacks

I’m not from McDonalds
KFC or Wendy’s
But I am from Papa’s home cooking,
Whether it be pot-roast stew
Or cornbread pudding

I’m not from anything large,
Anything famous or praised,
But I am from the small things
Which make me
Me.

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  • (3/24/2007 1:34:00 AM)

    This is a humble poem, showing appreciation of the real things in life. I thoroughly enjoyed this, Bailey.

    Love, Fran xx
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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