George Ella Lyon's challenge has inspired me to write my own "Where I'm From" poem...from the perspective of the child of Eastern Kentucky migrants. I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy! (Don't forget to read George Ella's original version first at the link above.)
Appalroot Farm's Where I'm From
I am from blackberry dumplinsfrom half-runners and city streets.
I am from a baby blue station wagon.
(Back home and mountain bound,
heading south on 23.)
I am from briar scratched shins
and sidewalk scraped knees
two worlds marking and etching
one gangly legged girl.
|Me in front, in the white and blue dress, with my family.|
I'm from supper vs. dinner,
from Banquet pot pies and creasy greens.
I'm from the haves
and the have nots (except I knew better),
from mountain high and hoe cake flat!
I'm from Mamaw's beet egg Easters
watching for snakes
and "everybody and his Granny" Decoration Day highways.
I'm from uptown and up salt creek,
thin as hen skin and tough as whang leather.
From the factory floor my daddy's broke hip paced,
the cattle filled creek bottoms of my papaw's place.
Under quilts of old feedsack
my mother had me sleep,
as sirens howled and street lights shone.
I am from a mountain migration--
long before my time--