Where I'm From

November 14, 2011
By , Wausau, WI
I’m from green valleys and steep slopes
I’m from long family hikes through the fall colors
wet rocks underfoot

I’m from cool mist, wet skin and waterfalls
I’m from the top of mountains,
the world laid out below you as a painted picture,
the smell of pine,

I’m from long beaches that lay beneath jagged cliffs
I’m from light brown sand, the sharp, pungent odor of salt,
the taste of the Pacific as the music of the waves pounds out a beat in the background

I’m from a bustling city near a quiet forest
I’m from fresh salmon, potatoes, apples
flavors I’ve learned to love
tastes that dance on my tongue

I’m from giant trees and rushing creeks
I’m from deep, crystal clear lakes and silent caves,
the appearance of gloom,
envelopes you in peace and coziness

I’m from rain, peace, beautiful nature
I’m from the slow decline of the sun ending the day

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tank95 said...
Nov. 30, 2011 at 1:44 am
Great poetry and what a feeling of someone well/rounded and complete.  Great job!
worsrider2053 said...
Nov. 29, 2011 at 11:01 pm
These words immerse me in a pout pourri of natural senses.
tracyzkidz said...
Nov. 29, 2011 at 10:19 pm
My nephew is so talented! I am so proud of you big guy!
KuphMo said...
Nov. 29, 2011 at 9:35 pm

Way to go!  I am proud of you!


thoreau replied...
Nov. 30, 2011 at 8:37 pm
the sensory imagery is vivid and soul-fully engaging; the rhythm created from a coupling of parallel structure and a voice of natural speech is tender; there seems an intimate celebratory tone sculpting a personal meaning for the speaker while, nevertheless, transcending to connect heartfully with the reader; this echoes the purpose and passion of Whitman's own style
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