a poem for core class

"Where I'm From" by Annica Davis

I am from 100 year old books,

Scattered papers in

Every corner or nook,

I am from little brothers

And doggy doo doo

I am from cuts and bruises

And lots of boo boos

I am from juicy ripe tomatoes,

And dandelions that tickle your nose,

And that bright bright red rose.

I am from if 

You're bored your boring

You must wash out the chlorine.

I am from Gina and Beau

My mom and my dad

Ahshua and Noah my two

Little brothers, whom I love but oh I wish

For a sister!

I am from pizza and 

Macaroni and tortes 

And cake yummy cake of all sorts

I'm from apartment numbers apartment

Houses that always block our rainbows.

I'm from old fashioned bonnets and

Hop up and get on its and

Who knows what she'll do!

And that big white box

In our closet with irreplaceable

Slides of my mother's mother, father,

Brother sister who died in that terrible accident.

I am from many things

But best of all

I am from my Father above

And that is where I am from.

Annica wrote this week for her core class and we love it!  I wanted to add FYI, that the doggy doo doo is definitely not at our house!  and the papers are definitely in HER room.  OK, so I have "the pile" too!  Anyways, we thought it was beautiful and wanted to share.