This is a draft of a poem that I started writing some time ago. I first saw the "I am From" format in a Language Arts class at the school where I worked. I always wanted to try my own version, so here it is. I know it needs some revision, and I think I would like to add some more stanzas in the future. The poetry bug has been calling me recently :)
"The Journey Home"
I am from Christmases in Clonroche,
Pulling crackers, singing songs,
Party hats and too much food,
And "What do you get if you cross a sheep and a kangaroo?"
A woolly jumper, of course.
I am from driving up the mountains to Ballindaggin,
Curvy roads and "Hold onto your knickers!"
Road blocks of sheep and cows
All the way to Granny's house.
I am from Irish roads at night,
Speeding through the darkness,
Chattering about the family soap opera,
A sky full of stars,
And the lights of Clonroche in the distance.
I am from 63 The Gables,
Kick the can and tennis on the street,
Bursting tar bubbles on sunny days,
Giant trees ripping up footpaths,
And warming clothes on the radiator.