FC: Andrew VanNus Poetry
1: TABLE OF CONTENTS 1. Where I'm From 2. Language Arts 3. Self Respect 4. Mother's Kitchen
2: I am from the evolution of computers, from pencils and notebooks. I am from the calm suburban house along the busy road. I am from the tall redwoods, and the pollen from them. I am from camping trips and outgoingness, from Carl and Susan and VanNus. I am from the cooking and spontaneous visits. From using manners and respecting elders. I am from questioning absolutely everything. I'm from Sweden, from delicious kottbullar and fiskbullar. From annual ER visits with my brother, the private fireworks shows with my cousins in remote Georgia on July 4. I am from the stairwell wall where the photos of the first American VanNus lie.
3: This is a poem about about grammar and punctuation, About using good grammar and spelling for structured communication. If you want to write a story of the creativity in your dreams, The words in this essay must be in a language to please. You need a large vocabulary to read all of those books, But not everything is on that paper- you can't pronunciate with looks. If your homework gives you cramps from writing a large sentence, Tell you teacher using pathos and she'll have much penance.
4: Sometimes I brush my teeth, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I wake up early, sometimes I won't. This depends on how energetic I am; I might be especially excited It really depends on what I predict what has yet to come. I'm not average. I'm not a prodigy. But I am finding who I am, And I like the way I am. I'm not anywhere near perfect. My worth isn't determined by other's opinions. No matter what I won't change for anyone's point of view, I will always be me.
5: T | "Dinner's Ready!" Mother calls sweetly from her kitchen. The living room's lone guest scurries in for the meal. Sniffing the air, The aroma of freshly baked cookies got the better of her. She hypnotically goes toward the hot tray. "No, my angel, those are for desert!" Opening her eyes gently, There was so much to take in. There's steamy mashed potatoes with seasoned steak, Fresh peas with buttered corn on the side. The spicy chili was the first on the table. Cool glasses of sweet lemonade are placed. Plates suitable for kings were placed in front of the antique wooded chairs. "Go ahead and eat" says mother, But the scene is too perfect to pass. I sit there and soak it in. Every last bit.