This page is devoted to a writing project that I came across at Fragments ~ from Floyd in a post titled Where are you from? The project is based on a beautiful and touching poem called Where I'm From by George Ella Lyons. The challenge is to write a similar poem based on your own experience and background. Fred, the blogger who lives in Floyd, even helps out with a sort of fill-in-the-blank guideline/template to help out the non- and timidly-poetic among us. This page collects Where I'm From poems written by readers of The Happy Husband. I would like to encourage everyone who reads this to write their own. It's a wonderful, possibly even therapeutic exercise. E-mail me your own Where I'm From and I'll add it to the page (happy-at-atimelikethis-dot-net). Enjoy.
I am from books,
from teddy bears and little red wagons.
I am from the oil-covered roads in the sandbox.
I am from the honeysuckle bush,
from the bois d'arc
and its sticky, brainy fruit.
I am from hunters, from farmers, from storytellers and song leaders,
from Joe, and J.C., and Curtis, who (I) never knew.
I'm of the frigid feet, the weak eyes, and the strong heart.
I'm of the doodle, june, and lightning bugs.
I am from the snake snapper and the road builder,
from peanut butter crackers and chocolate-covered pretzels.
I am from washer pitchers, rocket launchers, and arms that emanate infinite love.
I am from treasure chests, from toy barrels, from loving kitchens,
and from sloping yards and vibrant trees that dropped nuts as well as leaves.
I am from pencils, from Welch’s grape juice and Skippy peanut butter.
I am from the big wooden easel and the soft-smelling pastel blanket.
I am from June bugs at night and honeysuckle in bright sunshine.
I am from Christmas stockings filled with fruit and nuts, short stature, from Papa and Mama, and from Granna.
I am from laughter and tears.
From silly sayings and bedtime stories.
I am from God, who wants me always to do the right thing.
I am from the lone star state, from salsa and pralines.
From the strong widowed grandmother, the hard-working father, the tender housewife.
I am from the old oak desk, the little colored box, the laughlines on my face.
From the musical mechanical father, the gardening/singing/and long-before-I-knew-her-painting mother, the crazy aunts, the humorous uncles, and the far more talented and successful cousins.
I am from albums in my parents' room, every notebook
and textbook from 16 years of school, and innumerable portfolios of drawings
than others, but all rich with meaning and memory, making it impossible
to ever part with them.
I am from the life preserver
and savior, I’ve bowed not at the cross.
But looked and I’ve found and counted His cost.
From my knees I did fall before the One Lord and King. My Life, My Love, the Ruler of Everything.
from Queens, Dominican Republic, or maybe even Spain, Arroz con pollo
From the high blood pressure bursting an eyeball, the person fighting Trujillo, and the brother who saw a teddy bear coming right up those stairs.
I am from a box long gone and kept at my parents house so now starting afresh with new memories and family with small shoeboxes lining the top of my closet.
I am from blue jeans, from Pepsi and books.
I am from the Keystone state, mountains, rolling hills, meandering streams and green.
I am from the grass, the dandelion and cool, wet dew on toes and tomatoes, plump and juicy red, ripening in the sun.
I am from Sunday dinners at Grandma's
and good behavior above all else, from Nana, from Pappy and Daddy.
I am from precious few hugs and too many tears. From the emotionally withdrawn and the critical.
From children being seen and not heard and respecting one's elders.
I am from
sin saved by the grace of a loving Father.
I am from loving my neighbor (who ever he is) with action and deed, not word and mouth.
I am from teenagers, testing my knowledge, challenging my comfort zone and forcing me to grow.
I'm from Pennsylvania, born and bred. It's where they will bury me. From the keilbasa to the peirogies and halushki, from the Steelers to pop (but not soda), it's where I'm from.
I am from the desert, from rock and sand.
I am from the compulsory air-conditioning of heat-soaked Las Vegas.
I am from the palm tree, the green colored small stones that substitute
I am from yelling and arguing, from Father and Mother and children.
I am from the loathing and blame and failure. I am from "women are meant to be servants" and "the only thing that matters is money."
I am from "we're Jewish, that's what we are" without any regard for God or tradition. I am from rejecting that and building a relationship with Christ.
I am from New York, transplanted to Las Vegas, from TV Dinners
and all of the chores I did for my family while they did little.
I am from the Cinderella-complex, the servitude to my older brothers, and the care-taking of my younger sister.
I am from breaking all of these patterns and forging a new way, from raising my son to treat people with love and respect. I am from my salvation, from a life that has discovered responsibility is not a bad thing. I am from the ability to enjoy people, from my life-long friends and new found loves. I am from not being my father's son but a child of God.
I am from road trips with friends, from Twinkies, laughter, and long walks.
I am from the rolling hills of Texas and from the rich, dark prairies stretching to the east.
I am from summer trips to the heartland.
To where the tall Germans live among the fields.
I am from turns in the road, points on a map, the towns along the way.
I am from my family.
From Bernard and Lana, my wonderful parents.
From Tammy and Gil, from Walt, Ira, Helen, and Nita.
From uncles and aunts and cousins and cousins and cousins.
I am from funny jokes,
from awkward moments as a teen.
I'm from the place where the flying purple-people eater still lives.
I am from God.
Who is among the youth,
the music and the camps,
the worship and the praise,
the friends and the people I meet.
I am from God.
I am from Ireland and Germany.
From Scotland and America.
I am from the Alamo,
a battefield in Missouri,
a cliff on the California coastline,
a late-night drive through the Yucatan.
I am from the people in those places and more.
I am from Tex-Mex food and meatballs and fried okra.
from September 11th.
My birthday and my grandfather's as well.
This is where I am from.
I am from cookie dough candles, from Swiss Miss hot cocoa and canned whipped cream..
I am from the uneven pavement rough on my small bare, running free with the wind in my hair. feet.
I am from the deep purple lilac blossom, the apple tree blossoms floating in the spring breeze.
I am from Christmas Eve gatherings at Grandma's house and stubbornness, from Mom and Dad.
I am from the slightly sarcastic and wordless love.
From the arms of Jesus and precious in His sight.
I am from Evangelical Christianity.
I am a sinner redeemed by the grace of Jesus Christ.
I am stone being polished into a perfect, flawless gem.
I am the apple of my Father's eye.
I am a Princess, adopted into the royal family.
I am learning to be meek.
I'm from Upstate New York via Germany and Lithuania, spinach dip and homemade bread and butter pickles.
From the Grandmother who gave her life to Christ when I was born and who's prayers protected and prepared me to receive the gift of Christ's sacrifice, the proof that God does hear prayers and that He answers in His own time that He is always faithful, and the oldest child of my mother.
I am from monkeys, and Care Bears, from computers and blue jeans.
I am from the mystical mountains and red and gold leaves.
I am from the desert, the Rainbow, the sunshine, the cactus.
I am from Grandma's wonderful cooking, baking and holiday dinners, not talkative, from Faulkner, Rogers and Griffith; Jurczykowski and Richard.
I am from the Big Sillies and weirdos .
I From "stop talking or I'll sit you next to someone who doesn't speak english", "just eat two big bites please," and the black cat and rubber ball.
I am from God; in his likeness.
I am from Jesus, in whom I was justified.
I am from women who love God, and friends who loved me.
I'm fromEnglandandSwedenandPolandandFrance, burritos and dinosaurs, sugar toast and kielbasa.
From the mechanic father and wonderful mother and Paco, the crazy uncles and monkey buzzards and garbanzo beans, the cousins who spent summers together.
I am from the boxes under my grandmother's table, the huge pictures on the wall, and in the frilly albums made by a friend.
I am from the golden state; California, from sunshine and Santa Ana winds; from mountains and seashore, desert and forests.
I'm from a heart of gold (broken many a time), and patience in the extreme;
from hard work, and selfless giving.
I'm also from a wandering eye,a wayward heart and a heated temper.
I'm from home-cooked meals (made from scratch), quilting and crocheting
I'm from 18 wheelers, hauling produce, both day and night; from eyes that twinkle with mischief and a big booming laugh.
I'm from a small coffee shop in a busy city, where the women look sophisticated, and the men always look tired.
I am from road trips in a beat-up red chevy station wagon; waking up on
foggy mornings in Pismo Beach.
I am from rides on cable cars, strolls through Golden Gate Park, and shopping in the basement of The Emporium on Market Street.
I am from sparklers on the 4th of July, camping under the almond trees, and from flashlight shows on the walls of tents.
I am from back scratches and midnight secrets.
I am from the garden, with dirt under my nails and worked deep into my fingertips.
I am from the artistic supplies of ink and paper, scissors and glue, rubber stamps and ribbons.
I'm from cruise ships, and picture postcards, and dreams of future destinations.
I'm from the laughter of children, from wet messy kisses, and fierce hugs around my knees.
I am from the tender of heart.
I am from forests and fjords of the north, whose tribes flooded Finland and France and so forth.
I am from nature, the lush of the earth, lover of green and reveler in mirth.
I am from Eleanor, Richard, and John, the Plantagenets of the Anglo-Saxon.
I am from land, of the lines and the lots, from the lords and the ladies on sanctified plots.
I am from Separatists Pilgrims they're named, of Plimouth Plantation, and freedom reclaimed.
I am from yearners and martyrs of old, redeemed by the Christ, and redeemers of wold.
I am from Lexington, Bunker, and Breed, I am from stock stubborn in creed.
I am from patriots paid with the land, of wilderness flats and freshwater sand.
I am from Scots, Belgians, and Dutch, from English, and Indian and numerous such.
I am the red, the white, and the blue, from hard-headed thinkers and Yanks who "make do."
I am the child of the Boomers and Greats, the generation of X's and stepchild estates.
I am from punk, from tv, from AIDS, from contras, Chernobyl, and apartheid charades.
I am from Reagan, Thatcher, and Di, from Gorby and Bork, and the Challenger sky.
I am from homes with no moms or no dads, public schools' engineering, and valueless fads.
I am from prophets and prayers of the saints, who cried for a remnant that held to constraints.
I am from voices from earth to the throne, from the spirit of Daniel to pray and to groan.
I am from purpose, the posterity dreamed, from those of lost heritage we hope to redeem.
I am from mothers and fathers today, I am from movers and shakers who pray.
I am from surfers, from bloggers, and techs, from those who won't see a SS check!
I am from thinkers and cynics and speakers, from Scrapple, from Ann, from conservative truth seekers.
I am from self-government coursing through veins, prepared to return sacred liberty's reign.
I am from voices now rising as one, there's change in the wind, and it's only just begun!
I am from shag carpet, from My Little Ponies, Dr. Who and a scratched window seat.
I am from the brown house by the river, far from the road.
I am from the old birch trees, the daffodils, and kaleidoscopic pansies.
I am from anxiety and needless fear.
I am from Christmas Eve tree-trimming parties and defensive stubbornness, from David and Ruth-called-Kim.
I'm from "You're a California Girl and don't you forget it" and "Life isn't working the way the instruction manual said it would."
I am from conversion from atheism to Catholicism, via my parents.
I'm from San Rafael and Northwestern European cross-breeding, from pasta with pesto and Black Magic Cake and using the good silver every day.
From home-schooling and home-cooking, and weeding the garden with the sun hot on my back.
I am from "Sam the Gazebo" and other stories my mother invented and told to me.
I am from overcast skies, drizzle, and soul-chilling dampness. I'm from heating the house with a woodstove.
I am from my mother's playfulness and my
I am from flowering in college; I am from two and a half years in Alaska encompassing great beauty and great pain.
I am from the spreading peace and joy of my marriage to my husband.
I am from records and books, from Barbie Dolls and Kmart Frozen Cokes.
I am from the double-lot back yard, lush and eternal lawn, smelling like dog poop.
I am from the basement playroom, covered in Mickey Mouse yet cold and unfriendly.
I am from the sweet carnation, the Rose of Sharon tree.
I am from Santa visits on Christmas Eve and holiday dinners, fromArizonaand Luigi and Victor.
I am from the quick, regrettable anger and unconditional love.
From "I'll snatch you bald-headed" and "I love you with all my tummy" (because my tummy was bigger than my heart).
I am from Pioneer Girls, Bible Quizzing and blessing the Easter baskets at SaturdayMass.
I'm from Motown and Italy,
Grandma’s homemade spaghetti sauce and soup
beans with fried taters.
From the time Grandma laughed while drinking a Boston Cooler. It went out her nose.
I'm from David not wanting the purple donkey, so it showed up in a gift when we least expected it.
I am from shoe boxes, closets and overflowing dresser drawers.
From Lord & Taylor boxes that show up out of nowhere and an old house full to the gills with "stuff".
From scrapbooks and home movies, and hard drives full of pictures of people no longer on this earth, but still in my heart.
i am t. t i am. i knew well, that sam i am!
i am from an urban 'burgh,
before it was necessary to lock the front door.
i am from mr. roger's 'hood,
where i was taught that i am good.
i am from loving parents who's hearts i know now.
i am from siblings who still make me smile.
i am from a stage of youthful rebellion,
of flying too high and becoming a hellion.
i am from st catherine's elementary school,
where nuns seemed well versed at wounding my soul.
i am from teenage elopement, annulment.
not feeling i had a voice in the outcome.
i am from sex and drugs and rock & roll.
bad choices and shame have taken their toll.
i am from repenting the errs of my ways.
though i'll sure never forget those dark yesterdays.
i am from my first job at a retail shoe store.
i am from fate that sent me much more.
i am from deliverance from a turbulent sea,
rescued by steve, who loves the real me.
i am from marriage, it's not without trials.
but it's overcoming, that make it worthwhile.
i am from parenting two good loving sons.
i am from joy at the young men they've become.
i am from witnessing my parents' last breaths,
in coming full circle, i learned from theirs deaths.
i am from being a good hearted agnostic.
my dear christian husband does not find me toxic.
I am from gratitude, love, and devotion.
accepting and growing from all life's commotion.
I am from good, and it's still getting better.
i'm growing younger and wiser than ever.
i am ok with me, are you??
I am ok with EVERYone too.
i am t. t i am.
do YOU recall that sam i am?
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