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Where im from.......

Poetry By: ShannaStecca
Memoir


I had done this poem for my lit class in school, and I thought it turned out good....so


Submitted:Sep 10, 2008    Reads: 72    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


If you looked past my shoulder
If you looked deep down-
In this thing called life,
you'd find a past,
you'd find a meaning,
you'd find heretige,
you'd find screaming,
you'd find death,
you'd find living,
you'd find love,
you'd find meaning,
from the roots of my hair
to the tips of my toes
you'd find a past no one knows
you'd find lives,
you'd find loves,
you'd find my family,
that fit,
like a new pair of gloves
from the watery streets of Venis
to the green grass of Ireland
you'd find me
from the german streets of Berlin
and the dutch people of holland
you'd find me,
from the smell of pasta,
to the sweet tast of vanilla
you'd find me
from the small town of Kingston New York,
where the lilacs grow,
to the summers at the creek,
and the winters in the snow
you'd find me
ill be there
because thats where im from.




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