I Am From Poem

I am from…
I am from the basketball hoop outside my house
From my pantry and my comfy couch
I am from the big white house that I grew up in
from the unforgettable smell rubber in the basement

I am from Thanksgiving dinners and lots of turkey
from the annoying frog that used to sit outside my house and keep me up all night
I am from going to Maine every year to meet up with my cousins and grandparents
and from watching football all Sunday long
I am from “be nice to your sister” and “get off the couch”
and “life’s not fair”
I’m from playing elevator tag and trying not to get caught

I’m from California and USA
from Subway and pizza
From my grandpa being in the navy
captain of his submarine
and the many pictures of my family covering the walls of my house

Preposition Poem

Dribbling the ball up the court.
Stopping in front of the opposing team
Looking at the hoop
I shot the ball from beyond the arc
Over the many defenders
And despite my weariness
The ball goes through the hoop
Swish!

Time’s Up

I can’t believe it’s already over.
It felt like just yesterday I came to school for the first football practice, and what made it even worse was that I missed the last three games with a concussion.
Just as the coaches had said at the beginning if the year “the day after the Hill Country game you will miss football”. They were right except for the fact that they said the day after, not the second after.
But oh well at least it’s time for basketball season.