Where I'm From Poem

I have to say, my school must have the best faculty meetings of anywhere! Today we discussed strategies for differentiation for kids with different types of learning or language impairments, and got to do a bit of creative writing ourselves in the process.  We used the famous "Where I'm From" poem by George Ella Lyon as our mentor text, and learned how to make this writing engagement accessible to more kids with strategies like fill-in-the-blank. Since I've already written a "Where I'm From" poem about myself in the past, I decided to take the opportunity to write from my dog's perspective and had a lot of fun doing it. Read my poem below!

Where I'm From

a Dog's poem

I'm from wet grass sniffs in the morning,
from rawhide and rubber bones.
I am from the warm flannel foot of the bed
pressed between the flanks of my people.
I am from pinecones I can carry in my mouth,
the Japanese maple where I found shade.
I'm from "Trudy, come!" and "Good dog"
From wrestling hard like big dogs do.
I'm from Lassie and Air Bud,
those canine heroes who paved the way.
I'm from chihuahuas and doxies,
and dobermans and retrievers,
seven pounds of the purest hound.
I'm from tug of war and window guarding,
a belly rub after a ball well fetched.
I'm from "sit" and "stay" and "hey perfect dog."
My red leash hanging by the door.
I'm from the sound of the car door slam.
My tail gets to whipping every time.
I whine for joy; my pack is home.