Where I Come From

I am from macaroni and hot dogs

from John Deere and Ford

I am from the backyard

grassy, playing field

It was a harder landing than

one might’ve thought

I am from the cow poop

the corn

whose tall stalks gave me shade

on a hot summer day

I’m from the whiskey drinking and

the good time having

From be carefuuuulllll and

not until you finish your peas

I’m from Sunday morning church

and fried chicken afterward

I’m from small town Ireland

steak and potatoes

From my dad stabbing his sister

with a pitchfork

the inventions my great grandpa used to create

Up on the wall in an old frame

I am from the lives and stories before me

another chip off the old block

yet a unique one

BK

Poetry Comic

-Lily Joy

Tronald Dump

Reckless voices are the antagonist in my story. Uneducated opinions being accepted as fact by close-minded nut jobs. The monster is big. It’s long, about 2,000 miles. And it would cost Americans billions.

A fat, ugly man with floppy, blonde hair wants to build the monster. He also wants to be the president. The scary thing is that there’s millions of idiots that support him. They think he will “Make America Great Again,”  but they don’t realize he’s a maniacal villain that only cares about his own financial gains. They don’t realize that someone that has filed for bankruptcy four times cannot lead a country. The movie “Idiocracy” foretold a prophecy, and it is dangerously close to coming true. Maybe the monster isn’t a wall. Maybe it’s not a TV celebrity. Maybe the monster is America.

Kennedy

Where I'm From

I am from quilts

    From Simplicity and McCalls

I am from the tall pine in the corner of our yard

    covered in Christmas lights.

    It looked like an ice kingdom.

I am from the spirea bush,

    from the peonies

    that lined the sidewalk on my grandparents farm.

I’m from the sugar cookies and advanced height

    from Ray and Mardella

    and Jon

I’m from the board and card gamers

    and being a smart ass.

I’m from arguing about

    who gets to get the mail,

    or who has to take the dog out,

    or empty the dishwasher.

I am from camping.

    from kayaking and campfires.

I’m from 4-H,

    and working in the summer

    to get projects done for the fair.

I’m from extracurriculars,

    from two part-time jobs,

    and school clubs,

    and One Act/Musical.

I’m from friends and family.

    from spending time

    with the people I love the most

From inside voice

    and clean your plate

I’m from showing off my amateur piano skills

    at church on Sunday morning.

I’m from Iowa and Germany,

    from corn on the cob and kuchen.

From the cancer

    that killed my dad’s brothers and father

    and the Alzheimer’s

    that hit my grandma harder as she got older.

From the photo albums,

    overflowing a box

    in my parents’ closet.

I’m from a loving family

    that surprises me every day,

    and gives me all they can.

I’m from a great life,

    from a great home.

    and great family.


-Lily Joy Johnson