Where I’m From

I’m a novice in the world of fiction writing, but I’m a determined learner and listener. One tidbit I’ve gleaned from the accomplished is that sometimes writers set sail on their writing journeys with no compass in hand, content to dock wherever the wind should take them. Sometimes they don’t.

How about you? Do you need to know where you’re going when you write? Do you use a storyboard? A map? An index card system? Post-it Notes?

Or do you just wing it?

If you’re in need a point of destination but you still aren’t sure where your story is taking you, perhaps you should take a look at who you are and where you’re from to  know where you’re going and why you want to get there.

In 1996 I had the pleasure of hearing Tennessee’s own Poet Laureate Margaret (Maggi) Britton Vaughn read her poem “Who We Are” at our state’s bicentennial celebration in Nashville. Her words stuck with me, and for years I’ve used her poem (and poems similar in format, i.e. The Where I’m From poem) as writing prompts for me and my students.

Where are you from? Where do you want to go with your story? Why do want to go THERE?

Here’s my attempt at a Where I’m From poem. Why not take a few minutes to jot your own thoughts in your journal. You might just find a new story in you. (I used this website as a launch pad for today’s poem:  <http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm&gt;. You can tell that I didn’t stick with the format. I created my own.)

Where I’m From

I’m from strawberry patches, an old mimosa tree, and cornfields, begging us to get lost in you.

I’m from stories about my Great Uncle Joe Frank and Great Aunt Carlena.
I wish I had gotten a chance to know you.
Every time I walk through the door of that great white manor on South Ramsey
I feel like part of me has been there all along.

I’m from Denmark, Ireland, and Robertson County,
where Old Kate drops by every 107 or so years.
Am I related to you?

I’m from just around the corner from Hans Christian Anderson’s place
and some fellow Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote about,
all those places,all those people my grandmother used to talk about.
Don’t know how much is true.

I’m from eating Christmas dinner in the middle of a long line of cousins on a heated tiled floor.
Save me a piece of the chocolate meringue pie, Momma Bell.

I’m from watching my cousin’s fingers glide along the neck of his magical guitar.
As a kid, I never made it that far.
I found my destiny in a cheap pawn shop six string with the action so high
that tiny fingers could barely push them down.
But, Steve, I still want to be like you.

I’m from Jimmie Rodgers and Hank Williams. But I couldn’t stay there long.
I’m not much for music with a twang.
Give me Southern rock, just a touch of country attitude, and a whole lot of blues.

I am from a pitcher’s mound and a softball bat, playing all night till the sun comes up.

I am from a diehard love for the Red Sox and an undeniable disgust for the Yankees.
But the Lord tells me He loves them too.

I am from an imagination that dwells in the dark, places visited by Poe, Koontz, Peretti, and King.

I’m from a love for the humble, an appreciation for the confident,
and a contempt for the proud and the arrogant.
Don’t flatter me; just tell me the truth.
I value your honesty more than your praise.
I love all; I trust few.

I am from a long line of teachers and preachers, songwriters and poets, sinners and saints.
But pardon, me all you highfalutin folk, blocking my path
as I reach for the hand of my fellow traveler.
Don’t cast us to the wayside
because we don’t fit your mold of what is beautiful and godly.
Don’t you know someday you might entertain angels unaware?
Do your eyes see what Jesus sees?

I am from Jesus, and to Him is where I’m going.

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About Tee

Sometimes when we least expect it we stumble upon the desires of our heart. Some call it a coincidence, but I call it a Godthing. I believe when we walk closely with Him we'll see more of the wonderful hidden blessings He has for us. I've been a freelance writer for several years, interviewing celebrities about the way God is working in their lives. My work has appeared in several Lifeway and Vox publications in addition to many others. I am a frequent writer for the Living Light News out of Edmonton (Canada). When I’m not writing, I spend my time teaching dual enrollment Motlow (college) English, sociology, and high school journalism.

Posted on March 31, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. I should do this some time. I really like your poem. :)

    • There are so many things I do wrong on my blogs, sometimes deliberately because I have the freedrom to write without worrying about word count. (Bad habit, I supposed. I should be more disciplined.) I wrote this poem off the top of my head. You can tell, I”m sure. :-) You should try it. I think you’d like it. It opens doors to creativity that you might have never known were there.

  2. I love that poem!

  3. Great!!!
    I’ve never had much of problem about where I came from, only where I was going.

  4. I really liked this poem. It made me think about where I am from. I had to look up highflautin though just to make sure I was in the ballpark of what it meant.

    • I’ve heard that word all my life. It’s an old-person word, I guess. But I’ve never written it in anything. I didn’t even think it was a real word. I had to look it up to find out how to spell it!

  5. My parents and grandparents, several times said that they were not gong somewhere if there were a lot of highflautin people going to be there. :)

    • I don’t know where that word came from. Just popped into my head. I’m a Rick Bragg fan. I think he would appreciate it and “get it.” :-) Words are just fun to me.

  6. How thought provoking and stirring! Something for everyone in this poem!! Of course I love the Boston Red Socks muchly… especially Bill Buckner.. Can you guess? I’m a New York Met fan. (doncha feel sorry for me?) Years ago, I had a conversation with Mookie Wilson, the man who hit that ball that went between Bill’s legs. It seems that he and Bill are very close friends. Mookie is a devoted Christian and he and his wife Rosa have a Christian music CD. Thanks for stirring up that pleasant memory, it’s probably one of the few I’ll get this year being a New York Met fan.

    • I sure do like my Red Sox. It’s been hard to write anything lately, but one of these days I’ll have to write about “our team.” :-)

  7. I love this!!!! Tee, this is awesome!

    And GO BOSOX!!!!

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