I am from glossy pages still unread,
from Miracle and hydrofluorcarbon.
I am from the ochre and unkempt backyard.
I am from the Peace Lilly,
the forest of Pines,
whose branches reach high above.
A silent guardian to an innocent child.
I am from fried chicken and blurry vision.
From German brutes and Polish charmers,
and wise women who seek no men.
I am from the persistent squabbling of people gone ‘round the bend,
and off key ballads greatly sung,
from chin up and quiet down.
I am from the evolution of creatures long past.
I am from Kratos and Morpheus,
where angry dreams take place.
From ghost stories told in the dark,
by a father not of blood,
the silent whispers in the wind, and the
crackling wood that warmed my soul.
I am from secrets hidden within,
a prize to those who desire to see.
The person I intend to be.
This poem was written for a project at school. It is my interpretation of the poem Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon.