Poetry of My Own... "I am from"

FarCry wrote:I am from the cherry tree,
The tree we had chopped down a year ago.
I am from the fruits it once dropped,
For the birds and squirrels to eat.

This introduction is fairly ideal. Is gives a sense of nonstaligna

It is Spring, and I watch the grass grow tall,
And the newer, tougher plants move in.
Their stalks hinder me as I attempt to cut down the dandelions with my
Bamboo stick.
Dad doesn’t want to bring out the lawn mower,
So the neighborhood kittens trudge through the new jungle in our
Back yard that only tickles our knees.
It is there on the patio that I remember meeting
Otis and Sparky, two neighborhood cats.
Sparky is dead and gone, but Otis still plays his mind games with other cats,
Staying just on the edge of their vision.
I see him every day, with his cataract and limping, zigzagging walk.
Ah! How I miss the earlier days and I wish they could come back!
But the cherry tree is gone and I will never watch its fruits and leaves grow new again.

And then you open it up with more background. You can really picture the perspective here.

I am from the family vacations that take us to Canada and California.
I am from the family reunions at my sister’s house.
It is often at these reunions that our bean recipe “Gas’ is served,
After which everyone must step out for a while.

This... is disgusting... But... lovely? Heh....

It is Summer, and the days are hazy and everyone is lazy.

I just had to bring this apart from the rest. This part has a great rhyme

The lawns are crisp except in the shade.
There is ample time to play with my nephew Julian,
And soon I will do so with his newborn sister Flora.
I can focus more on Piano and Martial Arts, two things I practice.
There is summer camp and biking to be done.
It is in this season that I met a boy named Cody.
We were fast friends and we played all summer long, but he had to move away,
Where or why I do not know.
Ah! How I miss the earlier days and I wish they could come back!
But the cherry tree is gone and I will never have picnics in its shade again.

This stanza isn't my favorite. But it is a nescary part of a longish poem.

I am from cornucopias and cranberry sauce.
I am from pumpkins and extreme sugar rush.

cutesy...

It is Autumn and leaves turn from green to yellow to red to brown to black,
Or somewhere in between.

A beautiful lack of meaning.

They flutter down and are then raked up.
They are jumped in and scattered and a scream is heard when a slug is found.
A new school year begins.
The evergreen shrub in our back yard stood as an eternal reminder of the green of spring,
But it was cut down with the cherry tree.
It was in this season that I prepared leaf, cherry, and apple soup
For Goldilocks and the three bears who lived in the hole in our ivy.
Ah! How I miss the earlier days and I wish they could come back!
But the cherry tree is gone and I will never swish its leaves again.

... Don't know what to think. No comment.

I am from heating bills and freezing days.
I am from new years and presents.

Happy happy joy joy

It is Winter and the birds are flying south.
Mistletoe must be avoided at all costs,
As well as letters with i’s dotted with pink hearts.
Snow, sleet, freezing rain, hail and everything cold begins to fall.
Our English Ivy was also a reminder of spring with its newest leaves in light green.
It was in this season that the ivy was out of control and I took matters into my own hands.
Armed with gloves and loppers, I set to work on the ivy, avoiding stepping on slugs.
I sometimes wore Dad’s shoes, just to be safe.
Ah! How I miss the earlier days and I wish they could come back!
But the cherry tree is gone and I will never watch snow cascade off of it again.

And just like that... it's over. Beautiful.