Slice of Life is sponsored every Tuesday by Stacey and Ruth from Two Writing Teachers.
My students and I are studying George Ella Lyon's Where I'm From poem this week and next. This lesson idea has been around for awhile but I love seeing the directions my students take their poems. Joining them, I crafted one my self.
Where I’m From
I’m from
cornfields and clouds.
Where the
road dips over the last hill into the bowl.
I’m from
grain elevators and pizza with a sweet red sauce.
A space
where everyone knows your name.
I’m from
a time of kick-the-can and five o’clock whistles.
A time of
freedom as a child.
I’m from
summers of bike riding, swimming,
And
baseball game watching.
I’m from
warm embraces
And the
notion that first impressions count.
I’m from
high expectations
Where I
was taught by example.
As I
glace over family pictures I see…
My eyes,
my statue, my nose.
Looking deeper I wonder…
Looking deeper I wonder…
Where is
my stubbornness, my loyalty, my sense of justice from.
Through
all of those eyes I know where I’m from.