And so spring arrives with a new set of amazing poems from a classroom of fine writers!

I Am From Poetry 

Tessa Barrette

I am from a small neighborhood.
From shopkins and dance shoes.
I am from the shoebox sized home I grew up in
Compact, barn-like,
Birds chirping outside my window.
I am from the cherry blossom tree in my backyard,
Beautiful pink flowers falling down in the spring filling the yard.
I’m from the home made art galleries with my cousins.
From my dad’s side of the family and the same birthmark on the side of our eyes. I’m from the thanksgiving buffets and the pies we have every year. From “are we there yet” and “when’s dinner ready”.
I’m from my parents asking my sister and I what we want for dinner. I’m from the same place I am now, Ontario.
Nana’s mac n cheese, the fun shaped butter.
From the time my sister got a bean stuck up her nose.
The princess high heels my 2 bestfriends and I would walk around in. I’m from snapshots, memories on warm beaches during the sunset. From the mini ceramic figure of children playing in the snow at my Nana’s. All of these make me who I am and where I am from. 

I am from… 

Adapted by Alexander Harrison 

I am from Beautiful Japanese maple trees
From Oreos and cheesecake that melts in your mouth
Creamy and crunchy
I am from beautiful rose bushes
That are like silk to the touch
I’m from the family dinners and turkey slathered in gravy
From mashed potatoes and green beans
From mom and dad
I’m from Shoveling the neighbors driveways and helping out where needed From all long road trips and are we there yet’s
I’m from running water and birds chirping
From tranquility
I’m from late night games
I’m from bike rides with my friends
From slipping and scraping your knee 

I am from 

Colin Masson

I am from Scottish tradition with my grandparent From tulips and vegetables in mothers gardens I am from a loud house with cold hard floors
I am from large maple trees out front, 

Big maroon maple leaves and raking in the fall
I am from long road trips to P.E.I. and thick brunette hair From the jokes Morgan makes 

I am from eat your vegetables and you get desert, I’m from campfires in my best friends backyard
I am from big and loud family christmas dinner
I’m from the smell of Christmas cookies every year I am from my grandma’s lasagna, 

I’m from late night laughs with my sister
The building of sheet forts with Morgan
I am from the delicious smell of fresh baked brownies and cookies I am from family is everything
I’m from love 

Susanna Y

I am from the running shoes that guide me on the trail and track. From those rose thorn spikes and the cloud like cushioning.
I am from the leather sketchbook lying next to my bed.
That gives me a calming and euphoric effect. 

With each large rectangular page describing a beautiful story. 

I am from the swap green pine trees in my backyard. 

Ones so tall that it reaches the sky. 

I’m from red packets given with fortunes inside and passionate cooks. 

From mom teaching everything I know about cooking and my older sister Donna who enhanced my skills. 

I’m from the morning greetings of “good luck on your day” and those savoury morning breakfast, sitting together at the dining table. 

From my sister telling me to “go for it” on my dreams and teachers telling me to “not let the ghost of my dreams go to the grave.” 

I’m from open-minded parents who tell me to “make success a habit.” I’m from Canada, with roots from China and Hong Kong. 

From traditional foods like those sweet pineapple buns bought at a Chinese bakery, to rice for lunch and dinner. 

From stories of vacation trips to Hong Kong that were filled with tall towers and congested streets with people. 

To the star gazing eyes when my older sister talks about her trip around Asia. 

All the memories of nostalgic drives with my family, staring out the window, manifesting on how one day I’ll explore the world. 

However, my story wouldn’t be complete without the heirloom gold jewellry hidden around my house, symbolizing the stories of how my family and I got to the present.

I am from… 

Sophia St. Pierre

I am from large trees that smell like honey
From being called PooBear in a sweet calm voice and Sophia Rose when my parents are mad
I am from the large paintings
Abstract, colorful, and beautiful
The sent of essential oils taking up the whole house
I am from random plants that my mom spends too much money for
Large, overpriced, but for some reason necessary 

I’m from my french and English grandparents that don’t understand each other
From my annoying younger brother that yells way too much and my sister that gives me amazing advice
I’m from Iceland, and England due to my mom’s side, Quebec, and Canada due to my dads 

I’m from large celebrations and tasty food
I’m from my moms dry chicken, and my dads gross chicken salad sandwiches I’m from my mom’s support and my dad’s little talks about success 

I am from being told to go to bed and now being told to wake up early for swimming I’m from back rubs at night that helped me go to bed
The hugs my parents insist on having 10 times a day
From the amazing trips, we have every summer 

Being able to spend amazing quality time with my loving family 

I Am From- Poem 

Samantha G

I am from vinyl records
From Gamecube and Fender Stratocasters,
I am from frown-lines over kitchen table bills
Chaotic, rushed
With a scent of lemon cleaner,
I am from aloe plants,
The same ones that soothe my dad’s burnt and calloused hands
I’m from laughter past dark and academic excellence
From Shelby, and all Gannon women
I’m from bluntness and hard workers
From “Why not 100?” and “Don’t be like her”
I’m from the outside of a church door, with fear that I’d be exiled if I were to knock
I’m from a small town not unlike others
From charred burgers and my mother’s lasagna
From my mother’s childhood and made-for-TV documentaries
The honey-dipped sarcasm of my brother
The bin of stuffed animals too sacred to throw away
I am from women who forget their worth around the wrong people
From the tense sounds of badly-played guitar and the thumping from the apartment above mine From secret smiles shared over shoulders and inside jokes
I am from importance 

I am From

Daniel PierottiI

 am from computers
From Apple and Windows
I am from the muddy floors and paw prints (dirty, cute, could never clean them up)
I am from walnut trees, who always caused issues whilst lawn mowing.
I’m from relaxing by the tv and loving animals
From Nicole and Scott
I’m from the dog lovers and the card players  
From “give it a try!” and “finish what you’ve started!”
I’m from Easter egg hunts, and Christmas parties
I’m from Niagara Falls and Pierotti’s
Spaghetti and meatballs, perogies
From my dad’s dog running and hiding in the thunderstorms
My dog chasing after squirrels until he can’t reach them
In my living room on the shelves, carefully created albums by multiple members of the family
We store all the past memories, whether good or bad, so we can look back on them when we are older.

I Am From

I am from video game controllers,
from Vik Firth and SBGI,
I am from the normal outside, different inside, Intuitive, Athletic,
but yet not noticed, 

I am from the apple tree,
outside my window, lurking from my garden, I am from oversized turkeys,
and that one large Christmas,
From Sarah and Steve,
1 of 3, quite similar to me, 

From work hards, and “it can be better”, I am from no rules, and “Oi!” (Portuguese for hey),
I am from Hamilton to Niagara, Pringles, summer BBQ’s 

From the bronzes and gold, the cuts to goals,
The photos on the fireplace, and knowing this is my place. 

-Anonymous. 

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