Week 5 — HOW LATE AM I?!
Going to take this (last) week’s post to post my “I am from” poem. WARNING: I do use a naughty word (don’t tell my mom). I am including images with my poem of myself because maybe it will give you a little look into where I come from.
I am from the surrounding farms,
the loud train across the street.
I am from state championship titles,
and corn feeds.
I am from tator tot hotdish,
lutefisk that no one really eats.
I am from lefse,
and Boones Farm around the campfire.
I am from singing at weddings,
and recording videos on my bedroom floor.
I am from “you are strong,”
and “you can do anything.”
I am from “shit happens,”
and from “shake it off” (but certainly not of the Taylor Swift variety).
I am from Jeff and Kaaren,
James and Claire.
I am from veterans,
and I am here.