Where I'm From

by MakenziT

October 25, 2018

I am from My favorite place

Grandpas house

Where I spent most

Of my childhood

I am from the

One person I look up to

The most my grandpa

I am from The 17th hole

Of Thunder Hills Golf course

Which was grandpa's

Back yard

I am from The woods

Where I hunted Golf balls and

The back yard Where I sat and

Watched all the 4th Of July fireworks

The hills I rolled Down and spent

Hours sledding down

I am from The basement of

Grandpas where I Spent long nights

Talking to the cousins Instead of sleeping

I am from"Can we go

to bumpa’s house,"

And "Are my

Cousins coming,"

I am from the stuff bumble bee

That I named Gorge

That grandpa gave me

when he moved away

I am from

Stuffed shells, cheesy chicken

Meat loaf, and spiral ham

All cooked by

Grandma's own hand

I am from

Thunder Hills Country Club

Where I went for

Halloween parties, Easter egg hunts

And of course to see Santa

I am from

Helping dig worms so

I could go fishing

With grandpa and

Spending hours

Reeling my pole in

And casting it out

We never caught much

But we had fun

I am from all the nicknames

Grandpa gave me when I

Was little that I still have today

I am from Cedar chests full

Of many wonderful

Memories and happy

Moments that was spent

With my grandpa

That make up who I am

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