Where I'm From

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    Where I'm From

    I am from sin city the entertainment capital of the world
    From gambling, tourism, and dining
    I am from the Spring Mountains that lie to the west
    I know I will go back one day
    I’m from street races in the outskirts of Nevada and California
    From Lamborghinis, Ferraris, and spider web chrome wheels
    I am from single leaf pinon and bristlecone pine trees
    Remembering the pine needles and leaves beneath my feet
    Reading books

    I’m from beauty and art
    Which I got from my mother and shopaholic days
    From vacation spots to military bases
    I’m from going to the movies to mom and daughter days
    From family reunions and meditation
    I am from music, images, and annotates
    Traveling all over the map
    I’m from late nights to five in the morning
    Because the city never sleeps

    I’m from the Phoenix
    A bird that rose from the midst of its flames to give birth to me
    I am from nature but the world’s animals and beauty
    Are fading each and every day
    From a school teacher and his ways education is always first
    And he knows best
    To living dreams I stick to my goals the most
    The most beautiful things in the world are not seen nor touched.
    They are felt with the heart.

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    ginga commented on Where I'm From

    06-24-2009

    Hershey I liked all the places and things that the main character has been, seen, experienced. It was like a journey weaved through poem. Very entertaining and interesting. Ginga

    Paradice21 commented on Where I'm From

    01-22-2009

    I could really feel the passion in your heart when u sat down and wrote about where your from. Glad to see u back on the scene!

    Paradice21 commented on Where I'm From

    01-22-2009

    I could realy feel the passion in your heart when you sat and wrote this. Glad to see you back on the scene!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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