This is the artifact for my "Where I'm From" poem. Here is my poem:
Where I'm From
Written By: George Ella Lyon
By: Spencer Smith
I am from baseball,
from bases and baseballs.
I am from the grass.
(Green, itchy,
it looked like paper.)
I am from the stadium
the crowd
whose long-gone cheers I remember
as if they were my own.
I'm from gloves and bats,
from chalk and dirt.
I'm from the umpires
and the coaches,
from hit! and catch!
I'm from He restoreth my soul
with a home run
and an amazing catch.
I'm from Smith,
Gatorade and hot dogs.
From the games we lost
to the other team,
the hand my father held after getting hit.
Under my bed was a bat
spilling memories,
a sift of hit home runs
to sit beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments--
hit before I budded --
leaf-fall from the family tree.
Where I'm From
Written By: George Ella Lyon
By: Spencer Smith
I am from baseball,
from bases and baseballs.
I am from the grass.
(Green, itchy,
it looked like paper.)
I am from the stadium
the crowd
whose long-gone cheers I remember
as if they were my own.
I'm from gloves and bats,
from chalk and dirt.
I'm from the umpires
and the coaches,
from hit! and catch!
I'm from He restoreth my soul
with a home run
and an amazing catch.
I'm from Smith,
Gatorade and hot dogs.
From the games we lost
to the other team,
the hand my father held after getting hit.
Under my bed was a bat
spilling memories,
a sift of hit home runs
to sit beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments--
hit before I budded --
leaf-fall from the family tree.