At a writing camp this week, Megan was asked to write a poem about where she is from. Here is what she wrote:
I am from waves crashing on the shore.
I am from sap, oozing out of the tree onto my hands.
From warmth and my mothers arms.
From snuggling down under the covers on a cold night.
I am from the moon and the sun.
From butterflies and flowers.
I am from sparks flying from the camp fire.
I am from sledding and the sparkle of the snow.
From family and friends.
From the smell of pine trees.
From the croaking of frogs.
I am from the fun and disappointments.
From happy and sad.
I am from peace and fright.
I am from the fresh smell of books.
From the sounds of birds and sitting in the garden.
From rocks, sea glass, and shells.
I am from laughter and tears.
From writing and reading.
I am from my dreams.