Friday, February 13, 2009

I am from poem

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  1. TashaZFebruary 13, 2009 at 6:27 AM

    I am From…

    I am from O’Neill! The Smell of the summer breeze after you get up. The trees swaying form side to side as the wind blows! The Taste of sweet but sour times! The touch of soft sand as I enter O’Neill after a long weekend of camping! The sound of playing on the Green, Green Grass!

    I am From Home! I see my past memories floating around all threw out my house hold! The smell of my comforting home every time I come in. The touch of my pillow hitting my head after a hard day at work. The sound of my annoying sisters, Pesting me like bugs! The taste of German Chocolate cake when ever its my dads birthday.

    I am From school! I see Education floating in little bubbles above my head as I enter the room. I smell “new” every time I open a book full of education! The touch of a smooth desk running across my fingers. The sound of kids yelling across the hallway like little kids playing outside. The taste of sour cause I don’t really get anything on my first try but it gets sweet cause eventually I do get it!

    I am Feeling! I see agony rushing threw my veins! I Smell laughter as I talk to my friends! I touch tears as they run down my face! The sound of happiness coming out of my mouth is like picking roses on a warm summer day! The taste of love like you has never tasted it before!

    I am telling my hobbies! I see balls flying like little birds as they come over the net! I smell wood as I enter the gym floor with pride! I touch sweat as I rub it off my face knowing I have been working hard for my goals! The sound of “Got it” or “mine” before someone gets the ball! The taste of success after we won our First game!

    I am from the Mall! I see the clothes just waiting to be worn. The smell of Hollister every time I walk by there. The touch of the soft clothes when I swift my fingers across them. The sound of little kids yelling and people talking. The taste of colors as you pick them.

    I am from Camping! I see the glossy blue water as I drive down to it! I Smell the pure nature air as I wake up in the morning! I touch the sand as if I was petting a soft and cozy dog! The sound of the birds when I get up on the morning! The taste of the camp fire as we sit around it!

    I am from Hunting! I see the deer as they roam threw the hills! I smell the autumn wind as we drive to the stand! I Touch the sky like I was in heaven just waiting peacefully! I hear twigs brake as we come upon this huge Buck! The taste of success after we get the big buck after weighting so long!

    By: Tasha Zeeb

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  2. Dani B.February 13, 2009 at 6:29 AM

    I Am From Poem
    Dani Barelmann

    I am from O’Neill
    A peaceful place, full of caring people
    Fresh smelling, kids laughing
    The biggest shamrock I have ever seen

    I am from my home
    With my mom, dad, big brother and my dog
    The smell of the fried chicken makes my mouth water
    Although the fighting gets to an unbearable noise level

    I am from my school- O’Neill Junior/Senior High School
    Smells like learning, feels like a success
    Sounds like fun, tastes like rotten eggs
    (The food isn’t very good!)

    I am from a clumsy life
    Full of accidents: falling, tripping, crying, fainting,
    Full of some laughs, along with some fright
    What a scary life, knowing I’m just that way

    I am from a place of music
    Jamming out and rocking out
    Singing and dancing my heart out
    And loving every second of it

    I am from the softball field
    Pitching and catching, cheering and screaming
    Hoping and dreaming
    And there it is- the highlight of the season

    I am from the basketball court
    Passing and shooting, defense and offense
    Every score, a second of hollering
    It’s all worth the effort when we win the title

    I am from my dreams
    Not ever wanting to wake up
    Just sleep, sleep, sleeping until the moment
    Where it’s good-bye dreams, hello reality

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  3. ToniHFebruary 13, 2009 at 6:29 AM

    I am from a small town
    Not just any small town
    A small town with big dreams

    In this small town I live in I
    Can always guarantee that
    You will be able to hear
    Our small but powerful crowd
    All the way across town

    I am from the Irish capital
    Of Nebraska where we have
    The blarney stone that sits
    At the corner of the big shamrock

    I am from blackness
    From all the bad things
    That has happened
    To me and my loved ones
    In my life

    I am from the O’Neill High School
    Aerie that has the smell of
    Winning in the hallways
    When you walk in the font doors

    I am from sadness
    And sacredness not
    Knowing what is to
    Come in the future for
    My family and I

    I am from volleyball
    Waiting for the ball to
    Come across that net
    So we can smash it back
    At them for the game to
    Be in our hands

    I am from O’Neill
    Trying to figure
    Out what my next
    Move should be
    And how to make
    That move

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  4. Tapanga LFebruary 13, 2009 at 6:32 AM

    I am from….
    O’Neill Nebraska, when I am in
    O’Neill I am proud to call it the
    Irish capitol. My favorite smell in
    O’Neill is a Restaurant called
    Lil’ Irish Billiards. I also love the
    Roaring sound of our school spirit!

    I am from….
    My home, when I am at home I
    Can smell strawberry cream
    Candles and I can taste
    My mom’s delicious
    Cookies. I can also feel
    The soft fleas blanket that I’ve
    Had since I was a baby!


    I am from…
    School, when I am at school
    I can see a lot of kids hurrying
    To get to their next class and teachers
    That are walking the halls making
    Sure we’re getting to where we’re
    Supposed to be!

    I am from….
    Family, my family made me who I am
    Today. They helped me form my
    Bubbly personality, they led me
    On some great exciting adventures through
    Life and I hope there will be a lot more!

    I am from….
    Friends, when I think of my friends
    I see people who teach me knew things
    Everyday. I also see people that I can
    Trust!

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  5. HumbertoCFebruary 13, 2009 at 6:32 AM

    I am from…
    México, California, Omaha, Alabama, and O’Neill
    I’ve herd the loud music in México, the loud cars in California, The beautiful chirps in the Henry Doorly zoo in Omaha, The busy street in Montgomery Alabama, and now the loud cows of O’Neill.

    I am from home my original
    Birth place Mexico it has
    Beautiful forest were you can find
    Billions of butterflies on the trees.

    I am from school my first school
    Was very cool although
    It was a kindergarten school.


    I am from feelings I felt very
    Exited when I came to Omaha
    It was a very fun to go walking to the
    Henry Doorly zoo.
    I am from hobbies my favorite
    Hobbies started in Alabama
    I started collecting hats there
    And now I like to keep doing
    It.


    I am from live in different
    Places because you lean
    More from different places.


    I’m also from school the not
    So much loved place now
    But it’s necessary to go.


    I’m also from traveling I
    Would love to go to Tokyo
    Japan
    I’m also from playing video
    Games it a very hard thing to
    Get off of.

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  6. Tyler H.February 13, 2009 at 6:34 AM

    I am from O’Neill were I see people, I smell clean air, I touch my bike, I hear cars, and I taste candy bars.

    I am from my friends were I see friends, I smell diner, I touch a computer, I hear his little brothers yell, and I taste diner

    I am from the pool were I see swimmers, I smell chlorine, I touch water, I hear splashes, and I taste ice cream

    I am from the fair were I see cows, I smell pigs, I touch my chickens, I hear moos, and I taste hotdogs

    I am from my bed were I see a worm place, I smell a apple pie dream, I touch a soft blanket, I hear a loud snore, and I taste that apple pie dream

    I am from my house were I see a loving family, I smell a worm breakfast, I touch a book bag, I hear the sizzle of backing, and taste of toothpaste

    I am from school were I see books, I smell lunch, I touch a pence, I hear kids yell, and taste that school lunch

    I am form football were I see blockers, I smell sweet, I touch a football, I hear people get sacked, and I taste victory

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  7. bradywFebruary 13, 2009 at 6:56 AM

    By: Brady W.



    I am from the arena.

    Full of dirt, dust , success

    bad luck , victory and

    defeat. The taste of victory is

    is more sweet but the

    taste of defeat is quite unique

    the smell of the dirt, the calf

    and concession stand burgers

    is thick and thick in the air

    I feel the people in the stands,

    my horse underneath me and

    my rope in my hand and the

    leather reins in my other hand



    I hear the horse breath, the calf

    yell, and the crowd cheer and my

    friends tell me good luck

    my horse and I are anxiously

    awaiting the opening of the gate

    the calf and the other

    competitors wondering if I will catch



    I nod my head I kick my horse

    he starts to take on speed

    I pick up my rope and

    swing once, twice and I let my

    rope fly I catch and pitch my slack

    I edge out everyone else and win the

    buckle and the metal is cold against my

    hands but the congratulations makes

    me feel good about myself

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  8. Creston B.February 13, 2009 at 7:28 AM

    Where I Come From

    I am from Central City
    From the center of it all
    From simple living
    From green and gold
    And from Bison

    I am from home
    From family
    From Dad’s fluffy pancakes
    From Mom’s warm hugs
    And from donkeys

    I am from school
    From homework
    From scratching pencils
    From computers
    And from friends

    I am from my room
    From soft pillows
    From hand-made blankets
    From books
    And from warmth

    I am from the country
    From long dirt roads
    From fields of corn
    From pastures of wild flowers
    And from deer in the front yard

    I am from computers
    From helping people with their problems
    From flash drives
    From USB cords
    And from ctrl alt dlt

    I am from family
    From sister Brooke and brother A.J.
    From Uncle Kip, Aunt Sheila, and cousins Kameron, and Kolby
    From Great Grandma T. Grandma Darlene and Grandpa Howard
    And from Mom and Dad

    I am from happiness
    From sweet soft sounds
    From hugs and kisses
    From warm aromas
    And from loving, caring, people around me

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  9. Montana S.February 13, 2009 at 7:28 AM

    I Am From

    I am from O’Neill
    I see that there are
    Some many people that
    Are so different

    I am from my house
    I taste that one rose
    That my mom loves me
    More than the world

    I am from school
    I hear the two bells one
    For the JH and one for then HS
    That tells the kid that it is time to
    Move to a new class

    I am from feelings
    I hear what I want to hear
    And I hope that it is forever
    And not just than

    I am from hobbies
    I hear the sound of the
    Buzzer that said we Won!!!

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  10. Elizabeth WFebruary 13, 2009 at 7:29 AM

    I am from bright street lights,
    And concrete highways.
    Where the scent of restaurant food wanders around the empty streets,
    In search for competitive business.

    Where the taste is a bitter sweet,
    Is where my friends and I like to meet.
    We hear trucks and cars rushing by,
    Yelling “We’re tired! Please let us rest from our three day fleet!”

    I am from a family with Godly virtues,
    Through out them I am kept sturdy.
    Where the scent of mothers cooking,
    Makes everyone’s gut running.

    Where the taste is warm and filling,
    And I can feel happiness renewing.
    I hear the bacon frying,
    As I walk through our door.

    I am from a school which cares for us,
    With our education locked up in a sturdy brick building.
    Where the scent roaming from the kitchen,
    Is warm and inviting to tell us lunch is ready!

    Where the taste is sweet, sour, and bitter in between,
    Sometimes the taste is kind of mean.
    Where we hear the days gossip,
    And listen without being seen.

    I am from a poverty stricken country with many scars,
    Where they are new to cars.
    With the scent of Benzene Gas,
    Hopefully soon it will pass!

    Where the taste is sweet,
    And as a lawn mower they use the thing we use to cut wheat.
    Where from the windows we can hear the bus stop talk
    And the cows grazing and mooing as they walk.

    I am from a body of water,
    Where I go with my father.
    Where the scent of porta potty and fish fill the air,
    It sure feels good to be there!

    Where the taste is yucky and awesome!,
    Where I learned to cut a blossom.
    Where from the tube we can hear the roar of the motor,
    And hear the people in the boat laugh at our horror.

    I am from God’s hands,
    There he made me and wrote out our plans.
    Together we are a team,
    And together we will help this country come out of mean.

    I may not know what he looks like, smells like, feels like, sounds like, or tastes like,,
    But I do know that he is great!
    We can all see his and our fate,
    When we meet him at those golden pearly gates.

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  11. Skylar CFebruary 13, 2009 at 7:30 AM

    I am From O’Neill
    I see a lot of people and a park and some trees
    I smell someone cooking in the grill
    I feel the cool wind blowing through my hair
    I hear the laughter of children

    I am from my home
    I see the paintings on my walls
    I smell my dad making us breakfast yummy its biscuits and gravy.
    I feel the love in the air as I walk through the house
    I hear the TV playing the morning cartoons Shea and Sean sitting on the couch.
    I taste the freshness of the biscuits

    I am from my school
    I see my friends
    I smell the food that no one likes but they run out of the class to get it.
    I feel the book covers rubbing on my hands.
    I hear the bell time for a different class
    I taste the food and I still do not like it.


    I am from my feelings
    I see the happiness amongst my family.
    I smell the coffee when I wake up I the morning.
    I feel the blankets to pull over my head when someone turns on the light when I’m sleeping
    I hear the sound of love birds chirping in the early fall.
    I taste the chocolate that makes me so happy when I eat it.

    I am from my feelings
    I see the smiling faces of my friends when were together.
    I smell popcorn when friends and I watch movies.
    I touch the camera when I take pictures.
    I hear laughing when we play games.
    I taste the Mt. Dew soda on the weekends.

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  12. Michaela N.February 13, 2009 at 7:31 AM

    I am from two completely different people,
    One sweet, gentle, and loving
    While the other is tough, stubborn, and hard working.

    I am from firm and strong hands,
    Carving me into what they want me to be,
    While on the inside, I am resisting and rebelling.

    I am from many memories,
    Some good, some sad, and some very bad,
    Some make me smile, but others make
    Me remember all the times when everything went wrong and I had nothing left but hope and faith.

    I am from all kinds of drama,
    Most I would like to forget but
    My mind just replays everything over and over again,
    Forcing me to think about it everyday.

    I am from late nights staying out with my friends,
    Talking about anything and everything going on,
    We will hopefully remain close to each other.

    I am from yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
    Constantly reliving what could have been,
    What should have been, and what would have been,
    If I could go back and redo everything.


    I am from good friends becoming sisters,
    From telling secrets to telling our life stories,
    From telling each other everything to finishing each other’s sentences. And from promising to always be tight until the end.

    I am from thinking boys had cooties and realizing they don’t,
    From not even wanting to sit by them, but now wanting to date them,
    From talking about them non-stop with close friends.

    I am from that first grade class so scared and small,
    But I am now figuring out that life is an adventure,
    A path waiting to be traveled by those brave enough to venture into the dark forest up ahead, but I know that there is a light at the end just sitting there waiting to be put out when we reach the end.

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  13. Cody B.February 13, 2009 at 7:32 AM

    I am From Poem


    I am from the baseball fields
    And I like it that way
    Where the baseball’s fly
    I am from The Big O
    Where nothing goes on
    But I like it that way
    I am from The Red State
    Where Husker football lives
    The Most Sell outs in collage football
    I am from Bowling Heaven
    Where the pins fall like crazy
    I love Bowling Night!
    I am from T.V. 24/7
    Where everything you love is on
    I Love watching T.V.
    I am from where school rocks
    Where books never get a rest
    School is probably my life
    I am from Music never quits
    Where my sister doesn’t know what
    Turn the music down
    But I do love music
    I am from the biggest love family
    Where I have six sisters
    But only 2 boys out of the family

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  14. Lindsey A.February 13, 2009 at 7:33 AM

    I am from O’Neill. The
    Irish capital. I see shamrocks
    and a land filled with beautiful
    green scenery. I fell in love with
    O’Neill.


    I am from home. My home
    is my family, my home is
    who I share my life memories
    with. Homes are filled with love,
    care, and happiness.


    I am from school it is where
    I become educated. At school you see the
    hard work and sweat of others so they will
    succeed in their future.


    I am from my experiences and
    memories. When I see shooting stars it makes
    me appreciate my life. Shooting stars just fly across the
    midnight sky giving a wish to everyone who
    wishes upon them.


    I am from the country. I see
    a cowgirl in me.
    I’ll ride a horse and it feels like
    no one can stop me. I love riding
    like there is no tomorrow.


    I am from my interest and hobbies.
    I can see the trophy and all my dreams
    finally coming true. Another hobby of mine is star gazing
    and when a shooting star is in the midnight sky I wish upon it.






    I am from God. God is my savior and
    he is the one I worship. I see him
    watching over me and I hope he looks down with a smile.
    I love my Lord and thank him for giving me life life.


    I am from inside myself. I have my own
    feelings deep inside of me. And some feelings
    are only inside of me and that I do not share to others.
    Only a few people know the deep down side of me
    and I consider them my best friends.

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  15. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2009 at 7:45 AM

    I’m from the thrill of deer hunting; I’m from a four by four hanging above my bed.

    I’m from the smell of grilling steaks; I’m from the taste of great hamburgers.

    I’m from the fun of paintball, and the bruises that come with it.

    I’m from semis rushing down the road sometimes Jake breaking loudly.

    I’m from the constant piles of homework at school that never vanish completely.

    I’m from the icky smell of football pads stinking up the hallways.

    I’m from constant noise of students talking in the hallways like a bunch of animals.

    I’m from building airplane models, with all the complicated instructions.

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  16. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2009 at 8:15 AM

    I’m From Old Brick, whispering at me through the cracks. From ice cream, and the smell of roses. And the people saying, “So how’s the weather?”

    I’m from the country. From many animals witch I love. From playing in the snow covered haystacks in the cold wintertime. From wide-open yard, witch I can run.

    I’m From A Warm house. From the smell of cookies baking. From the sweet taste of cinnamon. Hearing nothing at all but the still air. Touching softness.

    I’m from wooded trees, swaying above, watching everyone. From the leaves of the tree floating down. From the trunk standing tall and strong.

    I’m from family. Woody, Lynn, Kyle, Grandma’s and Grandpa. All loving me. Soft words, gentle hands brushing through my hair. A smell of Love.

    I’m from Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter at my Aunt’s house. From great food, and great times. From food, gifts, and Easter egg hunts. From family coming to celebrate the Holiday.

    I’m from Grandmas house on Saturday morning. From Grandma’s Rice Krispes and toast with homemade jam. From every Saturday morning baking chocolate chip cookies, and angel food cake in that silver mixer.

    I’m from grandma and grandpa’s house. From Go Fish, Chinese checkers, King corner, Uno, and Old Maid. From Pool and many rounds of Ping Pong.


    I’m from soft fur. From the purring noise that tickles my ear. From the fine details of every little hair on a round body.
    From the dander and dirt on the body of a cat.

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  17. Brandi W.February 13, 2009 at 8:15 AM

    I Am From Poem
    By: Brandi Walters

    I am from volleyball
    From Spalding
    And white, smooth leather
    Where the crowd is cheering
    Watching every powerful spike

    I am from a town
    That is quiet
    With amazing people
    Who all have big dreams
    To become great things
    And achieve so much

    I am from home cooked meals
    Corn on the cob, yum
    And varieties of delicious recipes
    Passed on from generations

    I am from sunflowers
    The bright yellow beautiful petals
    Reflecting in the sun
    With a gleaming shine
    And the tons of seeds in the middle
    Each one representing something about me

    I am from mood swings
    One minute happy and laughing
    Another minute mad and angry
    I am always changing

    I am from music
    Rocking out to hip hop
    And random dance moves
    Jamming out like no one is watching

    I am from schoolwork
    And the usual homework
    Always learning
    Whether I am looking forward to it
    Or not

    I am from a family
    That is never quiet
    With strong bonds
    Finding that is it better together

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  18. Jeremy L.February 13, 2009 at 8:15 AM

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  19. Jessica HFebruary 13, 2009 at 8:16 AM

    I am from the big brown chair that me and my dad sit in and watch TV from the Hershey candy bars that I love and from mountain dew that my dad and I drink everyday
    .
    I am from the little white house on main street. With blue trim and where my little sister was born.

    I am from the tulips that grow in my grandmothers garden every summer and blow in the nice ,cool breeze and that smell so good when I pick them.

    I am from the river and stubborn from my dad and from my grandpa Hagemann and from my grandpa ruegge. Who has look at every angle and always stands by there opinion.

    I am from the family that have the eyes that change color by moods an the family with the long legs that could help me touch the sky

    I am from the Lutheran church were I learn more about god and learn how to forgive and trust other people and myself everyday.

    I'm from the saint Anthony Hospital of O’Neill and from my grandpa’s farm eating corn on the cob and meat loaf every time the family gets together.

    I am from the front yard of my grandparents house. Were it was the last time my whole family was together in a picture and the last time we saw the old red tractor.

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  20. wyattFebruary 13, 2009 at 8:18 AM

    I am from the fresh smell of the country, from outdoors and the fun things in the outdoors.
    I am from the loving, fun but sometimes loud and mean home.
    I am from the seed of a cotton wood tree, the wind blows me around and wherever I land I grow.
    I am from family tradition, every Christmas all my family goes and cutes down a tree and we bring it home and we all decorate it.
    I am from the country and with a family who enjoys hunting deer and turkey together.
    From always going to work with my dad and driving motorized things with my brothers.
    I'm from O’Neill and Valparaiso, Kolaches and buffalo fighting, hopping and grunting.

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  21. MorganFebruary 13, 2009 at 8:19 AM

    I’m from the farm
    Cows mooing there low perpetual song
    Fishy ponds and plum blossoms

    I’m from summertime O’Neill
    Lifeguards yelling at the benchwarmers to do what we do best
    The pavement against my bike tires
    Playing basketball at midnight

    I’m from the backyard
    Chlorine filling the air with a foul stench
    Dogs barking and pops cracking open
    Jumping on and off the trampoline

    I’m from home
    My messy room and blaring music
    The cozy living room and warm sunroom

    I’m from family
    My crazy sister with bleach blonde hair
    My mom and dad keeping things cool even when they’re not
    My extended family we may live in different places some close some far but we are still as tight as skinny jeans

    I’m from school
    Best friends, cluttered lockers, passing grades, barely making it to class
    Sitting at our usual table having pointless conversations.

    I’m from music
    Loud and full of life or soft and dead
    Screaming lyrics to my favorite songs from teen boy bands
    Always being told to turn it down or turn it off so I can listen to my parents

    I’m from swimming
    The chlorine and swift icy blue water
    Racing to beat your opponent
    Hearing on your mark, get set, and then the whistle and half a second later a splash
    The feel of pride in a remarkable win or the depression of a close loss

    I’m from facebook pictures
    Friends being dorks sometimes just being plain weird just in time for a snap of a camera to be forever remembered

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  22. Jeremy L.February 13, 2009 at 8:19 AM

    I am from poem...

    I am from the toaster from the toast and bread.

    I am from the bed in which I never leave unless I have to.

    I am from the tiger lily with lots of spots all over my beautiful petals swaying in the wind wondering what will happen if I sway too much!

    I am from big brown eyes by with I do not share with my mother or father, and long brown hair from my mother.

    I am from the 2 sisters and 1 father and no mother.

    From “I'll protect you” to from “I think you can protect yourself with all that Kung-Fu stuff."

    I am from further description.

    I'm from York but also from O'Neill, and 2 pizza slices sitting there waiting for us to be eaten by sanity.

    From the development of my life like being to take any shape like milk to shaping up and maturing little bit like cream then to cheese...The whole thing.

    I am from on top of the TV where all of our picture and our memories are held just mixed together with other things that have nothing to do with them.

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  23. Tori GFebruary 13, 2009 at 8:20 AM

    By: Tori G

    I am from sports
    From adidas and Nike
    From catcher to pitcher
    From soccer to football

    I am from quiet and peacefulness
    From near and now far
    From out in the country to here in town
    From all of my animals

    I am from light skin
    From dark hair from Melissa Mary and Adam
    From hazel eyes and light skin
    From being stout and strong

    I am from farming and hanging around
    From do my chores and clean up my room
    I am from nicknames and hair dye
    From hanging out with friends

    I am from catholic parents
    From me not going to church
    I am from my brother getting married
    From starting a new year

    I am from Harlem
    From pumpkin bars and roast
    I am from school and homework
    From friends and family

    I am from pictures in the closet
    From trophies and certificates
    I am from Poland
    From Ireland

    I am from O’Neill
    From St. Patrick’s Day
    I am from Nebraska
    From husker games

    I am from anger and happiness
    From sad and happy
    I am from fighting
    From working together

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  24. Mattie M.February 13, 2009 at 8:20 AM

    I am from Sara Lee
    from Shed’s Spread butter
    and Oscar Meyer roast beef on a Saturday afternoon.

    I am from the smell of
    cattle and horses when
    my dad comes home from the sale barn.

    I am from the tulips
    and the day lilies blossoming
    in the spring

    I am from Christmas Eve hors d'oeuvres
    and Roast beef on Christmas Day,
    from uncle Dan and uncle Dennis and aunt Peg.

    I am from the scribbling my name on schoolwork and drinking pop for breakfast.

    From “she’s so cute” and “Look both ways before you cross the street”

    I'm from Ireland, from baked potatoes and home-raised beef hamburgers three times a week

    I am from the wonderful people in the photos under my mom and dad’s bed

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  25. joshwFebruary 13, 2009 at 8:21 AM

    I am from Manteca California the nicest state in the whole world where the happy cows come from now also from O’Neill Nebraska its aright but no nice cows come from Nebraska, them darn mad cows

    I am from the country even though I don’t like that area in the world I’m more of a city person trying to do stuff that doesn’t involve working all the time

    I am from baseball where I love to be on that diamond where all the magic happens standing over on first base

    I am from football trying to do my hardest to protect my team and also my friends so we win the game so I can say I got the job done

    I am from the woods trying to make fun as much as I can running in the wind and exploring all that there is to explore

    I am uncatchable when im trying to find something to do when know one is home or im by my self at my home

    I am from my great grandmothers birthday always having something to remember about her having that special day the same as her

    I am from family most of al trying to stay in touch and talk to everyone in such a big history trying to say I love you to to many people
    This is my first draft of my name poem. It is about what me my life and other stuff. I hope that everyone likes it and that they can relate to it.

    I am not sure if stuff is in the right place or if they make sense. I think the whole poem is done wrong I hope someone can tell me if it is.

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  26. Cole A.February 13, 2009 at 8:21 AM

    I am from pots and pans, from Pillsbury Cookies and pop tarts on the go.
    I am from the ever-changing home, always under construction, often smelling of paint.
    I am from the Basil, Rosemary, And Dill of our backyard garden the Pine trees surrounding our yard.
    I am from thanksgiving in Kansas and Poker, from Aufdenkamp and Hawkins and Jon and Sherry.
    I am from the teasing for fun and forgetting to give rides.
    From keeping your chin up and never touch the stove.
    I am from Lutheran religion, never wanting to wake up on Sundays to go to church.
    I'm from Norfolk, and Germany. I am from Banana’s Foster, and Sweet Potatoes.
    From the time I rode a big wheel down our staircase and got a concussion
    I am from scrapbooks, notebooks, family memoirs, and bedtime stories.
    But most of all I am from a family that loves me dearly.

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  27. Ryan G.February 13, 2009 at 8:22 AM

    I Am From Poem




    I am from Omaha,
    lots of fun,
    lots to do

    Now I’m from O’Neill
    not wanting to be here

    I am from a dad that is
    caring and hard working

    I am from a mom that
    is loving and beautiful

    A sister Britany who is
    mean but sometimes nice

    A sister Kelsey who is real
    nice and we always get along

    My sister Alyssa who
    is young and so wild

    My bro Tyler, he is ten and can be a little brat,
    but he loves to be around family, just like me

    And one more sister, she is 34, her name is Kelly,
    she has two kids named Evan and Jackson

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  28. joshwFebruary 13, 2009 at 8:23 AM

    I am from Manteca California the nicest state in the whole world where the happy cows come from now also from O’Neill Nebraska its aright but no nice cows come from Nebraska, them darn mad cows

    I am from the country even though I don’t like that area in the world I’m more of a city person trying to do stuff that doesn’t involve working all the time

    I am from baseball where I love to be on that diamond where all the magic happens standing over on first base

    I am from football trying to do my hardest to protect my team and also my friends so we win the game so I can say I got the job done

    I am from the woods trying to make fun as much as I can running in the wind and exploring all that there is to explore

    I am uncatchable when im trying to find something to do when know one is home or im by my self at my home

    I am from my great grandmothers birthday always having something to remember about her having that special day the same as her

    I am from family most of al trying to stay in touch and talk to everyone in such a big history trying to say I love you to to many people

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  29. Makala HFebruary 16, 2009 at 7:48 AM

    Where I am from


    I am from O’Neill
    Cars, candy from the St. Patrick’s Day parade. The sound from

    people cheering as people go bye on floats, candy that I eat from the parade after I

    get home, I am from home, birds chirping outside the

    window, I smell the apples from my moms kitchen, top of the counters in my

    moms kitchen, I hear my sister talking too much about her puppy, I taste cake because being home is fun. I am from school

    the books in my locker, I touch the hard covered books while getting them out of my locker,

    kids talking before the bell ring and we have to go to class I taste spaghetti because school is boring.

    I am from hobbies, grass as I run past it on the road,

    I smell the wild flowers, I touch the air as I’m running, I hear the wind moving the trees, I taste cake because I like running.

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