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Where I’m From

Students walked into my classroom again today. They do this every year — I haven’t yet found a way to keep them out! We’ll be encountering all manner of good literature together, and we’ll be writing together too. Writers teach writing. Writing exists to be read. Really, we just cannot have one without the other. A virtual impossibility. By the time I encounter my students they all have years of reading and writing experience. Those years past matter today. It’s where we’re from…

Where I’m From

I’m from the end of war. Hope in the American

Dream.

Winds of change.

Television. Muscle Cars.  A trip to the moon.

Hippies.  Kent State. Viet Nam. Born in the

Disillusion.

 

I’m from the end of the line.

‘Baby of the family,’ ‘spoiled rotten,’ ‘princess.’

But I’m first in the line of college degrees.

Learner, teacher, mother, wife.

 

I’m from going for a ride to check the crops.

Green growing promises.  Deep roots.

I’m from sky-watchers.  Wind.  Hail.

Storm clouds.

Farmers’ land. Farmer’s daughter.

 

I’m from wheat fields tended.

Nurtured.

Enduring beyond our lifetimes.

From the high plains.  Wind-swept,

Steadfast.

 

I’m from dependence and worry

Bus rides, playgrounds, afternoon milk.

Pom-poms, chemistry, driving around

Looking for possibilities.

 

 

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Where I’m From

  1. Ma’am, please don’t ever stop writing. I still use some of your words in my 111 class at IvyTech…and might use some of your newer stuff if you have no objections ;-).

  2. Pingback: DP: High Plains & Wheat Fields — A Thirst Unquenched | Common Chapters: life changes

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