Where I Am From

I am from the salty air

And the rocking of the boat

 

I am from sweltering sand on my feet

And the artic water on my skin

 

I’m from well-worn vans

To the dark red rust on my trucks

 

I am from delicious hand-dipped ice cream

With fresh evergreen conifer

And to the bright orange pumpkins

 

I am from sore legs

And heavy breathing

To diving into rich brown mud

 

I’m from football games under the illumined lights

With roasting hot chocolate

And the clanking cowbells from the crowd

 

I am from cozy sweat shirts

And hay rides of terror

To ear-piercing shrieks

 

I’m from the red dust of the field

And the white chalky line

To the adrenaline rush of the game

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am not feeling too confident about reading this infront of my class tommorow, i would love some feed back. I'm so nervous. We had to write a similar poem to "where I'm from" but telling about our childhood or location. we had to begin each stanza with I am from... or I'm from...

I would greatly appreciate feedback thank you!

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