Where I am From

This poetry exercise came from here:

Here’s my attempt:

Where I am From

I am from hand-me-down clothing and bicycles, from Breck
Shampoo, and Western Family mayonnaise.
I am from the green hills and gray skies above the Skagit River delta.
I am from the wild pink azaleas, Oregon grape, and Douglas firs.
I am from the small family farm and hard-headed
stubbornness, don’t know when to quit, from Esther and TerryAnn and the
Andersons.
I am from a vocabulary of mispronounced words and leap
before I look.
From do as I say not as I do and you’ll have kids like you
some day.
I am from Trinity Lutheran Church, where Palm Sunday means
waving palm fronds at the procession, where God keeps score between my sins and
good deeds, from fire and brimstone forever if I covet my friend’s clothes.
I’m from Skagit County,
wet western Washington, the Midwest, Western Europe and Scandinavia,
fresh salmon and home grown vegetables.
From Dad goes fishing while Mom births my little sister,
church on Sunday unless there’s football game on television, and farmers get no
holidays, even Christmas because the animals need to eat.
I am from photo albums, boxes of mementos, a graduation
certificate, year books, walls of fame, and recesses of memories.