Friday, January 14, 2022

2- Isabella V. I Am From



I am from the dirt under my feet

The fire glistening in my eyes

and bigfoot lurking in the distance 

I am from the back porch parties 

laughs and giggles in the background

I am from the train rolling down the stairs 

Crying tears as it came for supper 

I am from Isabella at home

To Izzy on the court, field,

Course, and stage 


I am from a cloud

Elephants dancing on waterfalls

And carpets soaring through space

I am from imagination, stories, and rhymes

Old King cole and his fiddlers three

And Jill came tumbling after

I am from Snog the frog

To be a prince you need a kiss

I am from Room on the Broom,

and Down by The Cool of The Pool


I am from the street lights

Only coming on at night 

to ruin our secret mission

I am from cops and robbers

Sliding over cars and chasing down criminals

I am from hide n seek

Under cars and up in trees

You’ll never find me

I am from block parties 

Water balloons soaring

Silly string flying

never ending fun


I am from Annie’s house

Steamed broccoli in high chairs

Chicken nugget drenched in ketchup 

I am from a peanut butter spoon

That almost fixed ever problem

I am from Poppy seed muffins 

And an ice cream scoop a day 

 That kept all the doctors away

I am from the backyard

The tree that could never talk

But listened for hours

I am from hungry hungry hippos

Where a marble satisfied any hippo


I am from country music 

I love a rainy night 

It puts a smile on my face every time

I am from a long drive with me

Would it be ok if I didn’t know the way 

Would you go with me

I am from growing’ up in little pink houses

A little messed up, but we’re all alright

I am from the Sears and Roebuck catalog

Shells over the back of an old bird dog

I am from Granddaddy’s gun

The stock is cracked and it ain’t for sale


I am from Irish beach

Cold breezes and summer sea’s

They chases me

I am from the sand in my hair 

To a trunk filled with stinky air 

We didn’t even care 

But the people stared

I am from a hike

Packet lunch and no end in sight

I am from an Uno deck night 

Stover lasagna and crispy buttered bread 

I am from a long ride home

Tear filled eyes, heavy heads

Happy hearts from all the fun we did


I am from the hills of Napa

ATV rides, trampolines,

and running of the vineyards 

I am from the bear hunts

In the dark to Barely’s bark 

I am from the garage 

Where adventures of creativity ran wild 

Wood, hammers, wrenches and saws oh my

I am from my Grandpa's knee

Where I could be whatever I wanted to be

Strong independent women 

Just set me free

I am from the yellow kitchen

Love, smiles, and happiness

Cookie Dough and batter licking stinkers

I am from the peaceful Vineyard

Grapes tasting bitter


I am from family camping traditions 

I am from a room with never ending thoughts and stories

I am from a fun family neighborhood 

I am from a daycare that was my second home

I am from country music on summer nights

I am from an annual beach trip with family friends

I am from my grandparents houses where I learned who I am


Word Count 590

4 comments:

  1. This poem really captures your childhood and it’s enjoyable moments. I love how you described your fondest memories as a child and how much of an adventurer you were, and still are. All the activities you experienced sound so fun! So much imagery and detail was put into this that I can really picture you as a child doing all of these things. I enjoyed reading about the people and memories that shaped the person you are today. Good job Izzy!

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  2. Hi, Isabella! The visual imagery is very vivid here, and I love the consistent theme of your childhood throughout the poem. You sound like an interesting person and this really helped me get inside your head. :)

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    1. I’d like to add: the way I know you in real life makes more sense now that I’m reading all about your adventures. It makes me want to get to know you even more! :) You sound like a fun person to go on a trip with.

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  3. Izzy, I loved how you described all your childhood experiences in your poem. The way you put your memories into words was powerful, and I can tell how much they mean to you. I see how much thought you put into highlighting every detail from the different places and the little things! You did a great job.

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