In literature with our teacher we
were analyzing a poem called "Where I come from" by Elizabeth
Brewster, and then in groups of two we responded writing our poem.
Where I come from all the people have a history
They all carry a story that is worthy to tell
The green heart of the city blowed by the hot air of
summer
Where I come from the squares are the place of the tiny jewels.
It's hard for someone to leave this place
It's is hard for someone to go away
Where I come from your past follows you,
your present stays and ,
you future waits away.
your present stays and ,
you future waits away.
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