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Where I am From By: Brenna Field I am from chalk towns And from me and my dad going to Petersons (and walking into a cactus) I am from Uncle Hose bringing home Barbie Dolls And Bailey ramming the Barbie van into my eye The day before picture day

I am from movie nights with my family From staying up all night watching the Fast and Furious I’m from late nights with Harry Potter And going to Olivia’s and watching Aquamarine I’m from piggy-back races in LOWES With people looking at us like we were loons

I’m from waking up early on Sunday mornings And “you better sing before he sees you” From my first pair of Dan Posts Which I never took off And trying to drift in Wal-Mart carts And running into people I’m from Drake and Lil’ Wayne And Nicki

I’m from friends are your life (after God) And rubbing red Mio on our teeth And you just can’t forget the Farting Falcons And late nights at volleyball With Maddie, Maggie, Ashlyn, Shelby, Sonia, and that funny little bumpkin, Olivia

I’m from the best taco you can get is out of the back of a white van And no one sleeps on Dia De Los Muertos

I am from Texas, but made of these memoies of family and friends…… And Texas A&M Football!

Harry Potter and Chamber of Secrets, the Troll. [|Link to the Troll]

Polyjuice Potion recipie From Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. [|Link to the Polyjuice Potion]

** I Remember ** By: Brenna Field A Gerund Poem I remember staring at my dad, showing my sister and me what to do. I remember waiting for him to let me shoot. I remember seeing the paper target taped to the tree. I remember watching my sister try. I remember posing with my dads help. I remember shooting my first shot. Some things I may forget, but when it comes to shooting, there will be any things I remember.

=Alone.= A preposition poem by: Brenna Field

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** Ode to my Pointe Shoes **

** By: Brenna Field **

Oh, Pointe Shoes,

When I slip you on

I am five inches

Taller.

Wooden,

Solid,

Hard,

The Block of wood my toes are placed upon,

You make me bleed,

Crimson stain my tights.

Oh, Pointe Shoes,

You make it impossible

To wear

Opened toed shoes.

Though the calluses I gain,

Are the greatest,

Prize.

A prize of,

Winning,

Accomplishment, Pride

Oh Pointe Shoes

Me, Olivia ,and Turner (: