The Sound Of Summer: Where We’re From

It’s our final week of poetry! As we’ve neared the end of our residency, I’ve asked the students to write reflective poems, about themselves, and where they’re from. For this last writing week, I wanted students to write autobiographically, and paint us a picture of where they are from, just like George Ella Lyon does in her poem “Where I’m From.”

It is my pleasure to meet up with the Avondale 4th graders most every week and encourage them to write their own poems. Poets: reading your work is always an inspiration. Thank you for sharing your voices with all of us! And teachers: Ms. Pease, Ms. Lozada, Ms. Afzal–thank you for giving, me and poetry a welcome home at Avondale, I’m honored to work with each of you.

Ms. Pease
4th Grade

John D.

I’m from football and hockey
From playing sports in a field
From hotdogs and pizza
From the park relaxing

I’m from Tom Brady and Megan Mawicke
From the sound of a goal in a Blackhawk’s game
From pens and pencils
From the bleachers in Wrigley Field

I am from hair and flesh
From the field goal post in Soldiers Field
I am baseball and basketball
From the net in United Center


I’m From…
Leslie T.

I’m from rice and beans
From the delicious restaurant
From sweeping and mopping
From playing in the park

I’m from summer and hot days
From the oak tree branches
From ice cream and from cold
From beautiful days


Where I’m From
Jacob C.

I’m from rice and beans and pork chops
From playing foot ball
From every mountainside and let freedom ring
From “go run”

I’m from Jayden and Janessa
From Nelson
From freedom and mountains
From Puerto Rico

I’m from a muscle cars roaming and bikes
From lead the way and race
From the art fair

I’m from beauty and the beast and bell
From gaston and beast from Jets

Ms. Afzal
3rd Grade

Where I’m From
Lesly S.

I’m from tamales and tacos
From playing in the park
From my mom and my sister
From the sound of the summer

I’m from ice cream and chocolate
From playing in the park
From my dad and my brothers
From the sound of the beach

I’m from enchiladas and hamburgers
From the houses
From my grandma and my sister
From the sound of the museum

I’m from hamburgers and ice cream
From the hot summer
From my sister and my brother
From the beach



I’m from tacoland and pizzaland
From enjoying the train
From Illinois and Monopoly
From invisible people

I’m from invisible land and Tropic Australia
From monkeys climbing
From monkey land and Madagascar
From sky diving

I’m from book land and pepperoni land
From eating too much
From cave land and beach land
From swimming too much

I’m from video game land and the phantom land
From playing too much
From scary land and darkness land
From being scared


Jonathan C.

I’m from tacos and food
From playing in my front yard
From Martha and Luis
From their country

I’m from computers and jungle
From the mountains at the top
From Daisy and Diana
From the house studying

Ms. Lozada
4th Grade

I Am From
Ivette G.

I’m from sopa and mole
From roses by people
From Angel and Lesley
From people laughing outside

From posole and soup
From Mexico to Chicago
From Daisy and Angie
From noisy sounds outside

I’m from tall buildings
From the bottom of the buildings
John and Cookie.


Jonathan G.

I’m from tacos and burritos
From peaches and strawberries
From stories and poems
From paragraphs and stanzas

I’m from pizza and burgers
From water and exit



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.