My first poem in English!!!

Hi everyone!

School has started and (almost) everything is back to normal in spite of the COVID situation... Anyway, in my English class we studied a beautiful poem written by George Ella Lyon about her childhood, called "Where I'm From".

In class, we had then do the same thing and re-write Lyon's poem but with our experience (talk about our childhood, family...) using the five senses like the original one! I admit that at the beginning, I wasn't very inspired and excited at the idea but the final result isn't that bad and I think I'm quite a poet now! haha :p

So here you have George Ella Lyon's poem (the original):

I am from clothespins, from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride. I am from the dirt under the back porch. (Black, glistening, it tasted like beets.) I am from the forsythia bush the Dutch elm whose long-gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I'm from fudge and eyeglasses, from Imogene and Alafair. I'm from the know-it-alls and the pass-it-ons, from Perk up! and Pipe down! I'm from He restoreth my soul with a cottonball lamb and ten verses I can say myself.

I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch, fried corn and strong coffee. From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger, the eye my father shut to keep his sight.

Under my bed was a dress box spilling old pictures, a sift of lost faces to drift beneath my dreams. I am from those moments-- snapped before I budded -- leaf-fall from the family tree.

And here is mine!! (hope you like it:)) :

I am from alphabets and music notes

From mint and honey

I am from chalk the drawings on the street floors

(magical, colorful,

endless)

I am from hibiscus flowers

Each blossom carrying a memory

I’m from one thousand and one nights

From Layla and Aicha

I’m from the loud singing, the dancing

and the movie nights at my aunt's house

From “don’t touch this!” and “go play the piano!”

I’m from all religions and none

I’m from many places

water and multiple flavors

From the holy land to New York

The language adventures of my family

Looking at the old pictures

neatly stored in a box

I remember myself growing older