I am from…

I am from horses,
From flowers and candles.

I am from the big brown house on the corner,
With the smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen.

I am from the bright green grass,
The oak tree,
Whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I’m from Christmas and celebrating birthdays with going out to eat after a party,
From my mom and dad,
I’m from soccer balls and singing.

And from telling about our day at night,
I’m from “apologize” and “don’t say anything if you can’t say something nice”,
And Lullaby Baby.

I’m from having fun,
I’m from New Mexico and Texas,
Tacos and pizza.

From my great-grandmother and great-grandfather,
Getting out of Austria during WWII.

I’m from horse paintings,
And from hiding under my bed as we play hide and go seek.

Preposition Poem

In the frosty glimmering snow,
Behind the huge fort that took hours to build,
In front of our house with smoke coming out of the chimney,
Underneath the falling snowflakes,
Despite the numbing cold the snowball fight kept going,
Beyond the tall leafless trees that stood still and crooked,
Next to the beautiful sight of massive snowy mountains,



Snow Falling In Skardu. 2012. Photograph. Web. 26 Sept. 2013.

Written by Allyson and Miranda