I am from

A poem about my childhood.

I am from Big Al

And Josephine

And “who’s John Henry anyways?”

I am from the place

Where supposed red roses

Make graffiti on white bricks,

I am from root’n toot’n

Cowboy boots and

Bang, bang, draw you yellow bellied 

Son of a one eyed creaton. 

From “where ya goin?”

And “to see a man

About a horse.”

From the Land Before Time

And I Love You Forever and 

Forever My Baby You’ll Be

I am from the top bunk

And my own little world

And reenacting scenes

From the Lion King.

I am from little tin drums

And my top down collectible car.

From Mighty Morphing Power Ranger

Footie pajamas

And Batman action figurines.

I am from the backyard

And tapping bricks

With fake wands. 

Reviews

[Daffy]

I have a vivid picture of scenes from your childhood. You are a lucky chap. a) you can remember these scenes, b) it seems to me they were very happy. I can imagine you as a child enjoying all of these events. I am a little confused about the tapping bricks with fake wands, but I love the presentation of the poem overall, and the way it flows over the memories. Thanks for sharing this, Zach.

[S.C.]

This is a brilliant way to represent your childhood. This poem is very creative.

[Zach]

I never did thank you for this review, so thank you :) there's something so magical about childhood.

[S.C.]

You are welcome.