Poems

How I Describe Myself
By: Robert Rousseau

I am from under the covers
from syrup and pancakes

I am from the bright sun shining through the windows

I am from the mud on the driveway

I am from hot chocolate and cheesy movies
from macy and major, my childhood dogs

I am from tracking mud through the house and spilling milk
and from stubbing toes on the old couch

I’m from goodnight and sleep tight
and don’t let the bed bugs bite!

I am from late night walks with my family

I’m from heaven on Earth
and smores on a cold night

From stories around the camp fire about pirates conquering the sea
and spooky creatures in the dark forests

I’m from hello’s and goodbye’s when family members leave and arrive

I’m from things a hate and things I love
from each of these things shows one way to describe me

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“I am the one who”…

… tumbles out of bed each morning at the break of dawn…

… waddles from class to class every weekday…

… observes all buildings and wonders about their structure…

… jabbers none stop to my friends clueless of what I’m saying…

… sneaks the occasional sweet treat to my room to devour…

… determined to make a great play in a football game…

… argues to my mom about the most ridiculous things…

… assists anybody looking for help with homework or schoolwork…

… is very picky about the books I want to read…

… cheers on the UT football team every game they play…