Poets

My boys both had to write a poem this year about themselves. I cried reading them. I just had to share.

I AM FROM….
By Tyler Head

I am from model cars, painted dogs, and blue stripes on my wall.

I came from gas money, chipmunks,
and a pine tree in the backyard.

I am more than motorcycles racing down the road,
swooshes on a net, and shooting at targets.

I am from bats on the ceiling, superheroes on the wall,
and a smart board.

I am made of spaghetti sauce, hot spicy buffalo wings,
and great steak.

I survived my brother giving me weggies, my great grandpa
dying, and not seeing “Tractor Grandpa” very much.

I made it through being a twin, cutting my foot,
and learning how to read.

I have been in Arizona, Hawaii, and sometimes in trouble.

I will be a quarterback for the Eagles, and a dentist.

I AM IRON MAN.

I am from...

by Tanner Head

I am from oatmeal

from back packs and sports items

I am from outside, from the front yard

from the taste of ice cream and the smell of cookies

I am from the grass out front

The big Juniper out back

whose long gone limbs I remember

as if they were my own

I am from opening presents on Christmas Eve and

from Tyler and Sydney

I am from hiking and the trip to the coast on Rhody weekend

and riding in the sand dunes

I am from "eat all your dinner" and "don't say bad things to my sister"

and twinkle twinkle little star

I am from baking cookies on Christmas Eve

I am from Sisters Oregon and Ireland

hamburgers and ice cream

from my brother almost hitting a car

and jumping over ocean waves

pictures hanging on the wall

and photo albums in the office.