Faith Campbell

I Am…

a Where I’m From poem..


I come from blood that served our country;

Civil War and Vietnam.

I come from sacrifice and giving.

From the lamb up on the cross.

I come from teachers like my nanny.

I crave the stories of her life.

She is my inspiration,

The heart that failed her lives in mine.

I come from Pennsylvania back roads,

Hiking, camping, and pick-ups.

I come from creek-stomping, catching crayfish,

Hunting, farmwork, and flip-flops.


I come from “out of my room!”, “Do your best!”,

And “Each day is a gift…!”

I come from days like 9/11 that

Made my country what it is.

I come from gatherings at Christmas,

Laughter, gifts, and lots of food.

I come from Sundays at my grandpa’s house,

Late into afternoons.

I am dreams! I am ambition!

I am love and honesty.

I am lilies in the springtime,

Long walks, and stargazing.


I am lions, summer sunsets,

Skies as blue as my own eyes.

I am playing, reading, writing,

Warm hello’s and sad goodbye’s.


I am chocolate in the morning,

Late night movies with my friends.

I am days out doing nothing,

Pillow forts, and bed-sheet tents.


I am the past, and the present;

Shaped by love and my mistakes.

I am a small part of the picture;

I am whatever it takes.

Poetry, a zoo of inspired ideas

Poetry takes the form of a zoo in the creative mind of the author.
A home for unimaginable and unique notions,
cared for and sheltered in hopes of preservation, memory,
and perhaps dreams and wishes of release.

Inspired by the world in which they found their origins.
Confined to cold metal cages in the crevices of the mind.
Held and sustained there for their protection,
Or for future enjoyment, completion,
or even contemplation.

Each concept or image, an animal of its own breed.
No two of these have the same exact characteristics,
But often they spring from separate parts of one Kingdom.
Not by the name Animalia, but Creativity.

These animals take all forms and shapes and sizes.
All patterns, colors, and skins.
Some are loud, ferocious, and quite wild.
Others calm, quiet, and incredibly tame.

This zoo of creative ideas,
kept for the recreation and enlightenment of the world,
displays each of these ideas in perfect disorganization.
A taste of every part of the world,
in a tiny piece of the mind.

Poetry,
it’s own assortment of wild animals
Every time, carefully combined.