Saturday, March 17, 2007

I Am From

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Jackie posted a challenge to create a post based on the "I am from" poem by George Ella Lyons. I had so much fun playing with this format. Here is my version:

I am from wood, cut fresh to build a house,

from Heinz ketchup,

catfish caught by cheating (with fish food and a dip net),

hushpuppies, French fries and fresh picked strawberries.

I am from green hills and muddy rivers, sticky hot and icy cool.

I am from the cotton fields of Mississippi,

and the dirty, funky streets of New Orleans.

I am from California, a grown-up runaway

stopped only by the Pacific.

I am from one-hand-short-gin-rummy-after-fishing

(so everyone could take a bath),

and practical jokes and lots of giggles.

I am from Smith and Spence; McElhaney and Meyer,

and Choctaw, Chickasee, Cherokee and Tangipahoa.

I am from the lines of

Edna Jane and Kirby General; Gideon and Anna Pearl.

I am from passion and laughter and carpenters.

From the Easter bunny who left hundreds of eggs

by the campfire in French Settlement.

From Santa Claus who hid my magic kit

in the wood box the year I found out his secret.

I am from “a can’t never could” and the belief

I can do anything if I have love in my heart.

I am from church on Sunday; Wednesday too…

until I got old enough to question

all the hypocrisy I saw there

and refused to return.

I am from Baptist and Methodist and Judaism,

but it is my Indian blood and the miracles I’ve seen

that taught me God is real and everywhere.

I am from Colorado Springs,

the place of birth but not my home.

I am a love child, my arrival hidden

from the world and revealed in lies.

I am a foster child from Hammond

until my parents could write their my story.

I am descended from those kids that

ran off every teacher Salem school ever hired.

I am the daughter of a glider pilot war hero,

and the strongest woman in the world.

I am from photos in the back of my head,

vivid color snapshots taken by my mind’s eye.

Memories and stories from here and yon,

ripe with characters bursting to be heard.

6 comments:

Jackie said...

This is great! I just love reading these, and yours definitely needs to be framed and kept.

CreekHiker said...

Jackie, This was the most fun writing experiment I've tried in long time. I sent it out to my writer's group as well. Thanks for putting this up.

Duly Inspired said...

Well dong! Yours was fun to read. I liked the story of smart dogs, by the way. If the trick involves treats and finding them, my dog would be in the brilliant category. For a pig.

CreekHiker said...

Duly Inspired, thanks for stopping by. I really liked your I am From too!

Glad you liked the pup story...she's such a brat but I lover her.

Velvet Sacks said...

Holly, this was great. I especially loved the references to places I know.

CreekHiker said...

Velvet, glad you liked it. It was one of the hardest writing experiments I've attempted in a long time and I was up well past 3 am perfecting it!