Here is a group of poems from Laura Seguin

Secondary Teacher at A.N.Myer Secondary School

6338 O’Neil St. Niagara Falls, ON, L2J 1M7

Fantastic group!!

I Am From

Reece Dunn

I am from gymnastics leotards

From midnight glow perfume and starbucks pink drinks

I am from the candles my mom always lights, warm, cozy and always smells like the season

I am from sunflowers,

that symbolize my purity, joyfulness and courage 

I’m from pond hockey on Christmas Eve and insane competitiveness

From Susan and Adam

I’m from the camping trips and shifts at the family restaurant 

From the I love you’s and the how was practice

I’m from the Catholic church, baptised at the age of two

I’m from the Netherlands

Homemade mac n cheese, and chocolate chip cookies

From the crazy drives with Lucas 

The mermaid games with Scarlett

The pictures of my family in the waterfall up north, 

Living freely, like the water. 

I am from this moment.

I am From

Quinn Diceienzo

Where I am from (Life)

I am from piano

From Yamaha and Sauter

I am from the suburbs, sturdy, calm, and bright as can be

I am from daisy’s, the white petals flowing in the wind.

I’m from cooking and baking, from Renata and Ricky

I’m from fighters and servers, 

from not taking anything from anyone and always holding your ground

I’m from no holy one, and none representing nor repressing me

I’m from Canada, an Irishman no less

From escaping the soviets in world war 2, to the ruffian Italian, fleeing from a ruthless dictator.

I am from my grandma’s house, which holds countless mementos,

Some holding years of info, slowly piecing our bloodline together.

Secondary I Am From

I am from the suburbs

From birds chirping to squirrels scurrying along the streets I call home

From music and the excellence of classics,

From Frank Sinatra and his son, two of the most influential singers of the 20th century

I am from daisy’s and mums, their pedals floating elegantly in the wind

From moms loving embrace, to grandma cepelinai baking, the smell enchanting the whole apartment

I am from busy cars, the horns-a-honking with impatient drivers inside

From uncles few but smart saying “when the whole world turns their back on you, you turn your back on the world!” 

and, of course, coming to the fact that the quote was from the Lion kind and not from your uncle’s wisdom.

I am from this world we call our reality

 and never caring what anyone says and keeping your head up.

I Am From

Ava Wortel

I  am from bookshelves filled with brilliant literature, from Mr. Clean and lysol wipes. I am from the secret room in the basement (creepy, mysterious, and dark.) I am from begonias, red, white, and pink flowers planted in the front garden. I’m from annual Halloween parties and bad eyesight. From Laura and Kathy. I’m from seasonal photoshoots and reading. From “Make wise choices” and “Eat your vegetables!” I’m from Christmas mornings and Easter dinners. I’m from Ontario and Dutch ancestry, pasta and banana bread. From the time my mom ran her first marathon, from the collection of video games my dad has obtained. On the walls of the stairway are decades worth of photos, each on their own spot on the wall holding wonderful memories.

I Am From

Anonymous

 am from a football

From aero bars and McDonald’s toys

I am from the side of the street with the big fence 

With a peaceful, mature, big backyard

I am from lavender

That smells great and looks stunning

I’m from movies at Christmas and independent family members

From my grandpa and my grandma

I’m from the sounds of swearing and loud noise

From always staying true to myself and being me 

I’m from occasionally going to church and eating the little cookies

I’m from Niagara and Algeria 

I’m from my grandpas polenta and my dads roast beef

From the war my grandpa was in

The days of my dads long hair

The upper attic of my grandparents house

And how much it means to my family

I Am From

Kathryne Dockstader

I am from made up games only the neighborhood kids understand,

From Freezies and front yard sprinklers,

I am from the dark scary streets of my neighborhood,

Scared to walk alone at night, but still feeling safe,

Loud video games and creaking stairs,

I am from neat flower beds, dogs in the frontyard, freshly cut lawns,

A nice place to be during the day, friendly and beautiful,

I’m from Nana’s stuffing and explaining to Nana and Papa why Kookum and Luxote don’t celebrate Thanksgiving or holidays,

From annoying cousins and bragging grandparents,

I’m from racism and hate, being looked at differently or called “Indian,”

I’m from pow wows, Indians tacos, and fry bread,

Mac and cheese, and hot dogs on Sundays,

From yelling and fighting but hugging and forgiving,

The longhouse and messy car rides back home eating corn mush,

Culture and community, my smudge bowl and medicines to keep a good mind and a happy heart. 

I Am From

 – Divya Singh

 am from lines of shiny, glamorous saris

From dosa and idli

I am from rows of marigold flowers, engulfing the house with its addictive smell

I’m from Diwali and surprises

From my mumma’s laughs and my papa’s informative stories

I’m from eating all the ripe mangoes in one day and to fight for what you have and stand your ground

From “Knowledge is your best friend,” and “Bolo sache darbar ki jai!”

I’m from the pujas of every day with the mantras and sweets

I’m from Missisauga’s busy traffic and India’s vaulted alleys, samosas filled with aloo, and spicy butter chicken with naan

From the arguing between my brother and his funny faces

The scolding of my mom when I take the paneer off the table, the mantle full of family photos and baby pictures, hung with my medals for academics and 1st place badges for track-and-field

I’m from these memories, tuning into gold as I live

I Am From

Mckailah Wright

I am from New books, 

From Neilson Chocolate milk Cartons, and Barbie dolls 

I am from the droplets of Niagara Falls, 

loud, crazy 

Beeping cars, fresh water smell, bright lights, sweet candy and rough pavement. 

I am from Pink and Purple Clematis plants, growing along side my house

I am from long road trips and being curious 

From Chirstine and Gloria,

I am from the late night snacks and laughing too loud. 

From “Chocolate milk solves everything” and “Life isn’t a race” 

I’m from no religion, unknown 

I am from Canada Origins, crumbly cakes, potato leek soup.

From the worst cooking grandmather and late nights with my mother. 

Stuffed into a scrapbook, 

showing where I came from. 

I am From

Maia Walker

I am from my favourite pair of fuzzy socks

From my flowery perfume and eos lip balms

I am from the busyness and chaos because of sports all the time

Basketball games, and soccer practices

And the adrenaline I feel while in a team huddle before a big game

I am from sunflowers

That express and reveal my happy, passionate, and bubbly personality

I’m from the tropical Florida breeze I feel rushing through my hair in the summer and the long car rides home listening to music

I’m from my Moms constant support and my Dads encouragement 

From the motivation my sisters give me and the tough-love push from my parents

From the “How was practice?” and the “How did the test go?” 

I’m from my catholic church, where I was baptized 

I’m from Italian heritage with tons of pasta

Pizza, and lasagna

From the late night movies with my family and 

The blaring late night karaoke parties with my sisters

I am from running through the ice cold rain with my best friend at night, freezing and shivering but having no care

I am from the pictures and memories of friends and family that I hold within me that show me what love is.    

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