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A River Runs Through It
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                      I am From…

From: The River…

 

I am from the continental drift that swept through the Louisiana Purchase.

I am from the sweet smell of fresh water.

I am from the herds of different kinds of fish.

I am from the reflections of the bright skies and the moonlight nights.

I am from the sweet sensations of excess water splashing about the riverbanks.

I am from never-ending wetness.

I am from rocky and sandy river bottoms.

I am from the swift waves that trample through rocks and whatever else crosses my path.

I am the river…

 














Where I'm From

By Carisa Mudder

I am from teenage mutan turtles.

I am from cheerios, rice krispies, and coco puffs.

I am from Barbie dolls, gi-joes, transformers, and dollhouses.

I am from summer vacations in California and Florida.

I am from climbing tall apple trees and falling down, almost breaking every bone in my body.

I am from the sweet smell of laundry detergent from moms laundry.

I am from the color pink.

I am from the purple, blue, and pink stirrup pants.

I am from Barbie Velcro tennis shoes that always weren’t stuck together.

I am from a tomboy that always hung out with little boys.

I am from play dough, paints, and crayons.

I am from parks, swing sets and sandboxes.

I am from the Minnesota Vikings Monday night football games against the Green Bay Packers.

I am from oranges, string cheese crackers, and lemonade.

I am from a million childhood memories...that will always last forever…