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Where I'm From https: //www. youtube. com/watch? v=CMi. Ag. ERbv. Bw by George Ella Lyon I am from clothespins, from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride. I am from the dirt under the back porch. I'm from fudge and eyeglasses, (Black, glistening, from Imogene and Alafair. it tasted like beets. ) I'm from the know-it-alls I am from the forsythia bush and the pass-it-ons, the Dutch elm whose long-gone limbs I remember from Perk up! and Pipe down! I'm from He restoreth my soul as if they were my own. with a cottonball lamb and ten verses I can say mysel

I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch, fried corn and strong coffee. From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger, to the eye my father shut to keep his sight. Under my bed was a dress box spilling old pictures, a sift of lost faces to drift beneath my dreams. I am from those moments— snapped before I budded— leaf-fall from the family tree.

“Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon Places Events People Imagery Things backporch worship service father Clorox (smell) clothespins Artemus (KY) lost finger grandfather dirt (taste) forsythia bush Billie’s lost eyesight Imogene finger (feel) Clorox Alafair coffee (smell) Dutch elm tree (creek) lost faces (see) dress under the bed fudge (taste) box/pictures church cottonballs (touch) auger Branch cottonball lamb Bible corn / coffee

“Where I’m From” – DAY 1 Now it’s your turn: § Brainstorming a list of old memories, writing them down on your chart. § Then fill in words on your template to create your own poem

“Where I’m From” – DAY 2 Using your completed template: § Type your poem § Edit it using Spellcheck § Add one image that appears in the text of your poem.

Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon I am from clothespins, from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride. I am from the dirt under the back porch. (Black, glistening, I'm from fudge and eyeglasses, it tasted like beets. ) from Imogene and Alafair. I am from the forsythia bush I'm from the know-it-alls the Dutch elm and the pass-it-ons, whose long-gone limbs I remember from Perk up! and Pipe down! as if they were my own. I'm from He restoreth my soul with a cottonball lamb and ten verses I can say myself

I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch, fried corn and strong coffee. From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger, to the eye my father shut to keep his sight. Under my bed was a dress box spilling old pictures, a sift of lost faces to drift beneath my dreams. I am from those moments— snapped before I budded— leaf-fall from the family tree.

“Where I’m From” by Casey Mc. Donald Places Events People Imagery Things brick house Grandfather lost Erlene Sandpaper (feel) stereos Midway (KY) sight to diabetes John Cecil III Bible scripture Cheerios Grandmother (hear) fossil fuels Grandaddy’s Beatles song sandbur (hear) books Austin (TX) suburbs Grandmother’s arthritis (? ) cavities Bourbon balls photos diabetes smiles