Two weeks! That’s how much poeming we’re about to complete. Big deal. For today’s prompt, pick a state (or province, territory, etc.), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. A few possibilities include New York, California, Ontario, Bavaria, and Champagne. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Feel free to bend this in any direction you wish. — Robert Lee Brewer, Writer’s Digest
North Carolina
I had just turned 11
when we moved from Washington state
to rural northeastern North Carolina
for my dad’s maybe-three-year assignment
in a town that was home to
the world’s largest pulp and paper mill complex
and very little else to speak of
We weren’t from around there
but right away I learned
to say ma’am and sir
and y’all
and found my place
in the Girl Scout troop
and Miss Anne’s dance class
And three years came and went
but we stayed
I lived there again for one short summer
once I left the state for college, but
North Carolina remains my home.
It’s where I’m from.