Where I’m From Poem

I’m from chimney stacks to rooftops,

From flats to houses

To askin’ my granddad

How the Grouse is.

From a jumper to a chiamara

And my very first camera,

To learning the French for ‘stamp’

Oh, by the way, it’s ‘timbre’.

I’m from kilts to tortilla,

And haggis to morcilla

And having gone through it all

I couldn’t feel more me...ah

I’m from Friday night parties

To the Sunday school preacher,

To where I am today

Your very own teacher.

By Jamie Thompson