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Where I'm From (a fun poem)

I am from a huge old oak tree in the back yard with a swing made just for me, from a front porch swing and roller skates in the carport.
I am from the yellow house on the corner with the big trees, bells on the door and windows all around.
I am from peanuts, hay, red dirt and "making the drag" on a Saturday night. 
I am from picking up pecans and birthday dinners, from Mama and Aunt Kathy and Miley.
I am from the lazy Sunday afternoons and watching old black and white movies.
From "be kind to others" and "You can be anything you want."
I am from the center church pew and shaking hands on Sunday.
I'm from small town America and parents that didn't have to be, fried chicken and a pot of beans.
From the place everyone knows you and your parents know before you get home, a gas station on the highway and Friday night football.
I am from my cousin and I putting on makeup and wearing Daddy's boots when we couldn't even spell our names. I am from Daddy and PawPaw rebuilding the kitchen after a fire and getting up early on Christmas morning with my brother. I am from birthday parties and sleepovers, feeding chipmunks, being silly and lots of hugs and kisses.


This is a poem format that someone I know had to do for her Comp I class. This assignment was meant to help her to be more descriptive with her writing. The poem originally came from George Ella Lyon and she was given a template to fill in.
Now here is the challenge for all of my blogger friends out there.
Here is the template, you fill it in with where you are from, and post it on your blog.
If you do this please come back by and leave me a comment with a link to your blog so I can enjoy yours as well.
To see a template and some examples go here http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm

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