AnnaK+Where+I'm+From

**Where I'm from**  **by Anna Kuelling** I am from artwork,  from rocks and ropes. I am from the fields, way up in the mountains. I am from the wood piano in the family room,  whose bench legs I remember as if they were my own. I am from snow and biking,  from paths that I have been to many a time. I am from books,  in the classroom. From climb up to repel down. I'm from others, to myself at heart. With a pencil and paper,  100 verses I can write. I am from my backyard,  <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">wilted flowers and stones. <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">From the past of my dog,  <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">to the dam trampoline   <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">by the big pine tree,  <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">where we played. <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">Under my bed were poems,  <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">spilling old photos,   <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">a remembrance of the past,   <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">to drift through my thoughts. <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">I am from those moments,  <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">the good and the bad,   <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">the recipe of my life and me.