Here is my version:
Where I’m From
by Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Based on the poem by George Ella Lyon
I am from Ashland, ChiangMai, Penang, Roanoke, and Salem.
I am from Poage, ChiangMai International School, Salem High, Virginia
Western, Roanoke College, and Hollins University.
I am from visiting India, Nepal, Canada, Ireland, Ocean Isle, Bar Harbor,
Langkawi, Baltimore, Altanta and Delaware.
I am from Mike and Debbie saying,
“Remember who you are and what you are” and
“You can be anything you want to be.”
I am from suitcases and carry-ons, and never enough room.
I am from tickets and passports, and half-way-around-the-world
vacations.
I am from pack-the-night-before and it-will-all-fit.
I am from chinchokes, Songkran, and bare feet.
I am from rice, naan, curry, mangoes, milo ice, and khao soi and a pantry full of ingredients to make them at home.
I am from obsessive cooking and baking and watching Food Network.
I am from books stacked up in my office, beside my bed, and on my piano.
I am from writing in private journals to public blogs,
Snail mail to e-mail to any mail but bill mail,
Echoey phone calls to webcams.
I am from records, to tapes, to CDs, to satellite radio, to iPods.
I am from Flinchum to Atkins,
From Donnie to Makenna,
From single to blessed.
I am from writing and writing and more writing,
And the dream that one day,
By Marcie Flinchum Atkins will appear on a book cover.
by Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Based on the poem by George Ella Lyon
I am from Ashland, ChiangMai, Penang, Roanoke, and Salem.
I am from Poage, ChiangMai International School, Salem High, Virginia
Western, Roanoke College, and Hollins University.
I am from visiting India, Nepal, Canada, Ireland, Ocean Isle, Bar Harbor,
Langkawi, Baltimore, Altanta and Delaware.
I am from Mike and Debbie saying,
“Remember who you are and what you are” and
“You can be anything you want to be.”
I am from suitcases and carry-ons, and never enough room.
I am from tickets and passports, and half-way-around-the-world
vacations.
I am from pack-the-night-before and it-will-all-fit.
I am from chinchokes, Songkran, and bare feet.
I am from rice, naan, curry, mangoes, milo ice, and khao soi and a pantry full of ingredients to make them at home.
I am from obsessive cooking and baking and watching Food Network.
I am from books stacked up in my office, beside my bed, and on my piano.
I am from writing in private journals to public blogs,
Snail mail to e-mail to any mail but bill mail,
Echoey phone calls to webcams.
I am from records, to tapes, to CDs, to satellite radio, to iPods.
I am from Flinchum to Atkins,
From Donnie to Makenna,
From single to blessed.
I am from writing and writing and more writing,
And the dream that one day,
By Marcie Flinchum Atkins will appear on a book cover.
1 comment:
Marcie,
This poem was a gift... and I'm hoping, too, that one day readers will find themselves with another gift from you: your book in their hands.
Have faith, and keep writing! And thanks so much for linking to Wordswimmer.
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