I Am From

June, 2008. Dave's poetry class. Yay CAHS.

I am from mid-July sunsets at nine at night,

From walking barefoot on the beach and

I am from the sandcastles that will be washed away by morning.

 

I am from those old rusted play structures,

From a perfectly imperfect yard of grass and

A blow-up swimming pool full of balloons from a birthday party.

 

I am from “Good Morning Beautiful,”

From a radio station that never sounded clear and

The smell of homemade French toast filling the house on the weekends.

 

I am from the spontaneous Oregon rain,

From orange leaves scattering the ground and

Trick-or-treating every year until midnight despite the freezing temperature.

 

I am from big family picnics at the lake,

From watermelon and grilled hot dogs and

My siblings and cousins splashing in the water as my dad sat on the dock fishing.

 

I am from an old photo album,

From memories I can never relivee and

Pictures with worn and torn edges, of times when life was simple and care-free.