Where I'm from

I promised to share some of the poems my students wrote. Actually I made both my 12th-graders and the 10th-graders write their own Where I'm from poems. This year I have two groups of seniors and I teach a writing course in the 10th grade where I've got three groups. All in all, now I have 83 poems :D Some of them are really good, some of them very simple but still nice. I thought I could just pick out some of the lines that I personally like a lot.

Images shared by the 10th-graders
I'm from a place where winters are cold and sometimes lonely,
I'm from a place where I can see millions of stars in the sky...
I'm from a humble home, from candles that stand on the windowsill,
I'm from big dreams, decent manners and from the traditions of my family...
I'm not from a place of emotional flow,
but more from a place where nothing will show...
I'm from the land where the sun came to rest and the Vikings ruled with steel and shields,
I'm from the land where blood was spilled for religious beliefs...
I'm from hiding and not knowing your feelings,
I'm from falling, despite it trying...
I'm from dirty roads and endless fields
where everything is grey and dreary...
I'm from a place where you can actually see your own breath in winter and you need to think
how to go to school because there are piles of snow...
I am from a family that was a long time ago ONE whole
but now has fallen into TWO separate parts.
I'm from my friends whose sentences I can finish,
from the closest people who don't know how much they mean to me...

Ideas by the 12th-graders
I am from the sour apples and the worm-eaten raspberries,
I am from the Internet, since our coverage is excellent.
I am from the church of logic, the religion of reason,
one nation under science...
I'm from where nobody talks with passion and keeps to oneself;
I'm from the potato salad we have on every birthday;
I'm from the people who have children way too early and then divorce.
I'm from gulps of emptiness and pretended warmth;
I'm from yearning to go anywhere else in the world...
I'm from a place where everything isn't perfect.
It's a place where are beautiful women, perfect ones, better than the rest.
It's a place where everybody is free and can do whatever they like
but you mustn't forget that things you do have consequences...

It's Sunday afternoon and there are so many work-related things I should do... But I just don't feel like it :( Although it's just 3 pm here, it's already getting dark and this makes me feel even worse.

I miss summer and sunshine and millions of other things... and people...