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.