Where I'm from poem

where I'm from...


I am from the cold Canterbury wind,
Drifting across the cold winters water.

I am from the fresh running water,
Trickling down my back as i reach the surface of the lake.

I am from the warm towels,
Fresh out of the dryer.

I am from the freshly made hot chocolates,
Warmed by my mothers hands.

I am from relaxing in front of the tv,
To cuddling with my dog.

All these have been my loves

My memories

And where i'm from
     
-Chloe Southard