Where I'm From Poem

I'm from a country,

olive trees and pigs,

far away from the forest,

cars, smoke in the streets.

I am from love,

a hard-working and honest family,

home, sweet home,

there's where I live.

 

 

Wake up early in the morning,

for breakfast cereal corn,

milk and cookies if not,

then walk to school.

 

 

 

There study a lot,

do homework,

or writhe the plot,

of the most recent book.