"Where I'm From"

I am from a cigarette stub, Dumaurier and ashes.

I am from the house whose front outside light came on because it was time to come home, playing, happy , to the unfinished smell of sawdust.

I am from the lilacs and sweet grass braided into a cross.

I am from the trips to powwows and Sunday masses, with gloves and white hats.

I am from the freedom of small town walks and bikerides, from quiet independent men and hard working women.

From don't eat too fast and don't eat too slow.

I am from those that held fast to what they were told, instructed well, too well.

I'm from the prairies, Ukrainian and Indian, from perogies and bannock.

From a homesteading couple that were hailed out and from another two, that were stolen a Native heritage. From a man, my Father, who farmed his dream.

I am from envelopes of inherited pictures, clippings and a souvenir tan and yellow lighter, a life.




I heard about this from Colleen. This is from a poem template that a friend of Fred of Fragments from Floyd used in a writing class. It is based on a poem by George Ella Lyons. It is a great writing exercise, so have fun and let me know if you do this and I will link to you here.

1. Kai took a slightly different slant.
   
2. Pearl did the same.
   
3. Barbara
4. Melli
   
5. Chilady
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