Where I'm From

A poem about home

Where I’m From

 

Cut grass and city heights

Specials on the PBS,

And poker nights.

 

Muddy lake water

And river sights.

Watercolor sunsets

And vintage neon lights.

 

A lab that sits well

In rustic autumn leaves,

Chases rabbits down the hill

Like tufts of white snow

Running on the breeze.

 

Bookshelves of Grandma’s antiques

Bear the not-so ancient crests

Proudly boasting history.

Over confidence rooted

in child-like pride yet somehow

Mellowed by a mother’s meekness.

 

Then there’s the house

A ranch raised to two.

With its Audubons and allied planes,

Decorative propellers gently hang

above the bright front window.

 

Where we chased the clouds

Across the grassy lawn,

Before smashing them

To the ground

 

And to the mud,

To where they have since stayed. 

Reviews

[Audrey Murray]

what a great poem it tells a great story - good word picturesI like the rthym except I think it stumbles a little in the stanza bookshelves...and the end left me hanging I wanted to know more about the clouds in the mud??? your beginning is very strong it captured my attention right away a good hook and I was in

[Starsong1997]

Nice word pictures and rhythm. Feels a tad bit disjointed at parts, but that my just be me. There is a small sense of mystery to it and I like the innocence of it as well. Good job!