I’m from the green, green grass

That grows in the yards.

I’m from the dirt under our patio,

In our garden and in our planter.

I’m from the great big trees that

Bugs like to crawl on.

I’m from the place where the spiders

Like to crawl when your are asleep.

I’m from the broccoli that my parents

Made me eat and the cauliflower that

I wanted to.

I’m from the apples that I ate as a snack

After school, and the peaches and pears

I ate for dessert.

I’m from the cucumbers, and tomatoes

That my mom liked to can and the pickles

That I would look forward to eating.

I’m from the ballet slippers hanging on my shelf

And the soccer cleats sitting in my bag.

I’m from the tiger that sits on my bed all snuggled

Next to my blankets.

I’m from the piano that sits in my room and

Plays out of tune notes.

I’m from all the Christmas Eve’s that would

Happen at my grandparent’s house.

I’m from my dad and his brothers that

Act like two year olds.

I’m from my siblings who like to get

Me in trouble, but can also be nice.

I’m from my friends that fight and don’t

Get along with each other all the time.

I am from my grandfather who I look to

As a role model.

I’m from "go to your room,"

"time for time-out" and "you're grounded."

I’m from "way to go," and "you did great."