Here lay the thoughts and ideas of my head and the passions and inspirations of my heart. May your own thoughts be provoked and inspirations be lit as you read along!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Homegrown, a poem
I am from the noodle shop, from Kirkland products and Friday night football games.
I am from the blue house, up there near the top of the hill. Peaceful, distinct, warm.
I am from the apricot tree, hydrangeas, and backyard waterfall, the patchy grass, fat roses, and vegetable garden.
I am from bacon on Christmas morning and loud sneezes, from Evelyn and Louise and Dora.
I am from the proper hostess and never-disruptive guest.
From "bread and butter" and "be a lady".
I am from every single Sunday at church. "You'll thank us one day", and I did.
I'm from America... Ireland, Germany, Perogies, and Oliebollen.
From something in a bottle that smells good, the repeated stories, and the reusable paper plates.
I am from the red brick hearth, the old duffel bags, and the musty attic.
From habits of regular picture-taking, summer camping trips, and frugality.
Homegrown.
Poem template taken from http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm
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Oh my gosh I love this Christine! Going to save it somewhere. :) You are awesome! -Laura (one of the only other 4 people that "got" all of this poem)
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