I is for "I am From"

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.