Where I'm From Poem, Kaylah Hoover

I am from white sneakers
From vans skate shoes and adidas cleats
I am from the palm trees swaying in the breeze
Playful, and bright
It felt so serene

I am from the rolling hills
The flower
That begins with a bud and blossoms overtime
I’m from the family dinner prayers and strength
From Jay and Annaleah
and Kyle

I’m from the small indecisive choices and well thought out plans
From “come inside its getting dark” and “wake up the day is half way over”
I’m from the sky and the honest acts of life

I’m from California and the Philippines,
Burgers and Lumpia
From the hardwork of my elders
The persistence to succeed
From those I look up to

I am from openhandedness

Where I'm From | Mary Tong

I am from the bowling pins,

From AMF Imperial Lanes and Roxbury Lanes.

I am from the incense sticks,

            Distinct smell that relaxes my mind

            It felt like I am in nirvana

I am from the ground,

            A tree

            One that will support you and hold you down

I am from the Lunar New Year and happiness,

            From my mom and my dad

            To my siblings, nieces, nephews & in-laws

I’m from the “Lets go get bubble tea” and

            “Don’t wear shoes in the house”

From “Your name was supposed to be Happy” and

            “Life is simple, but we tend to make it complicated”

I’m from the Noble Eightfold Path,

            The goal here is to end suffering

I’m from Vietnam,

            Pho and Bun Bo Hue

From the great great great great grandfather who was killed,

            For being a pastor in Vietnam, late 1770’s

I am from happiness,

From those who makes me happy,

And from my love ones.

Where I'm From Willa

I am from books
from penny candies and tootsie roll pops. 
I am from the islands of green 
(surrounded by glistening blue, floating on the waves
It tasted of salt and safety.)

I am from the Madrone trees,
the Magnolia flowers
Their peace instills my own 
as their petals and bark fall with me.

I’m from the warm after dinner pie and the desire to create 
from Marsha and Walter
and Roy.
I’m from the misunderstood senses of humor and
mispronouncing large vocabularies learned from reading.

From one, two, three and oh, well. 
I’m from working to be a force of good, bettering my understanding of myself.
I’m from Seattle and places defined by arbitrary political guidelines, bread and cake. 
From the mother who paints when she feels safe,
the father who helps people to walk. 

Trapped in a picture album on my mother's bookshelf,
on my father's wall,
on my computer, 
we look young and happy.

I am from those I love,
from those I have loved,
from those I will love.

Where I'm from: Brad Holland

Brad Holland – Where I’m from

I am from soccer cleats,

                From Nalgene and UnderArmour

I am from the Trampoline in the back yard

                Bouncy, warm from the sun

It felt like we were flying

I am from the grass,

                The Oak tree

                A big friendly giant that is always there for you

I’m from the Christmas morning cinnamon rolls and vacations,

                From Laura and Dean

                And Devin

I’m from hard workers and generous friends

From “finish your milk!” and

“Clean up your Legos!”

I’m from the cross and

                Sunday morning mass

I’m from Naperville, Illinois,

                From deep dish pizza and Culver’s custard

From the dad who can turn water into wine

                The brother who can never eat without spilling

I am from a strong family of friends,

always willing to lend a hand,

 but often times not needing to