Where I Was From

5 acres of forest

A peeling white house

This is where I was from

From my dark room

To the brown carpet

To the ugly green loveseat

 And the two bucket chairs

I love where I was from

The huge deck and patio

With a huge garden growing weeks

I would run around the lawn

Not worrying about being watched

Surrounded by my familiar forest

I know where I was from

Since day one

Till my eleventh year

I lived where I was from

Now in a big house

With surrounding neighbors

I miss where I was from

- Hannah L. 8th Grade