Sorcha M. 5Lo

Where I’m From…

 

I am from the little, lonely pantry in the corner of my kitchen filled with English treats and a little mouse scurrying and trying to look for food

I am from the still cup of water by a bed with an open window and wind stirring the water, so it’s like a wild ocean.

I am from the sound of waves crashing against the tall, chalky cliffs with sails fighting for the wind to push them out to sea and keep their boat from capsizing

And the sea stars spread out on the beach like butter smeared on bread and sun bathing in the bright, colorful sun on a summer day.

I am from the end of a garden filled with stinging nettles and beautiful flowers swaying in the wind next to raspberry bushes    

I am from a dead apple tree spread across a lawn with little birds looking for worms and jumping on the tree like it’s a trampoline.

I am from Gran Mary and Granddad Mike’s sweet smelling garden filled with berries and lovely thing to eat

I am from the sweet songs of my mother and the funny tone of my father next to a fire in the cozy living room on a winter night.

I am from “Good night,” “One second,” and “Don’t let the bed bugs bite” teases from my family.

I am from the sweet smell of porridge in the morning on the wooden breakfast table with the kitchen door open

I am from steaming hot Christmas pudding and family chatting around the table.

I am from a warm bed at night where I stare out my window at the starry nights

And the closet on my wall filled with wonderful colors.