Lines West: Dec. 6
I come from the brutal Civil War,
I come from the colorful leaves falling
in the month of September.
I come from sizzling fried chicken
with my mom’s apron floury and dirty.
I come from snow days and a view of the Grand Mesa.
I come from a mom who loves writing and never gives up.
I come from dad who at the end of every day
smells like airplane fuel.
I come from a family who once lived on a ranch.
I come from O Street and a playground my father loved.
I come from the basketball court, “She shoots, she scores!”
I come from the soccer field scoring two goals in a row.
I come from anything the world throws at me
even if it’s a basketball to the face.
— Brooke Burkey (grade 4)