I Am From...
Poetry was always the toughest part of the language arts experience during my K-12 schooling. Looking back, I have a hunch that most of my English teachers were fearful of embracing this subject so it was often skipped over. As a student teacher in a language arts classroom this quarter, my class absolutely loves poetry as a way of expressing their inner thoughts and feelings. I want them to partake in a poetry activity by writing a "I Am From..." poem, so I thought I would try the process myself to have insight on how I can instruct them to write their own poem.
“I Am From..."
by Angela Congrove Willyerd
I am from the rolling hills and hollers
Living on a road called Walnut Creek - not a crick.
I am from huge family gatherings
Located at the big farmhouse made of brick.
I am from playing school,
Being teacher, and reading books.
From sleeping in bunkbeds,
Walking our sheep, and baiting fishing hooks.
I am from Myrtle Beach vacations
And playing in the sand.
I am from playing my mother’s silver saxophone
And marching with the band.
I am from Fair Queen pageants
And festival floats
From Grandpa with the cow bell
And pictures with chickens and goats.
I am from the “crazy corner” with lots of folks
Who brighten our traditional holiday.
From making oyster dressing and thumbprint cookies
In order to preserve the memory of Grandma Thelma Mae.
I am from be a good person on the inside
Because outer beauty can fade.
Be there for those who are close to you
For that is how memories are made.
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