I’m from sports,
from balls and two wheels.
I’m from the family that’s always there.
(Toys, games,
and fighting never-ending.)
I’m from a dry desert
Red rocks to a gray moon.
I’m from game nights and fighting with siblings.
From Mike and Patti.
I’m from away for work and staying home.
From stop fighting and let it go.
I’m from church on Sunday, to not anymore.
I’m from Capitol Reef,
steaks, and salads.
From the gray moon with broken bones.
The parents that always loved me.
Their phones keeping my past.
It shows how much I’ve grown.
– by Braydon Lee (17) Bicknell
Read more of this type of poetry in Branches by Mateusz Drumm, or Roots by Timber Wood.