My second mum wrote a poem following these guidelines so I thought I'd have a go myself. Here is the first draft:
Where I Am From
I am from marbles and Marmite, new leather
suite, cat hair and sloe gin.
I am from the extensions and pine kitchen,
rugged mountains and bleak coast.
I am from dainty cherry and protecting elder,
wind singing in the pylons.
I am from Sunday dinners and blue eyes,
Clatworthy, Powditch and Flegg.
I am from talking too much, long baths,
baking, Grand Prix and Doom.
I am from tarot cards and physics -
the cold light of stars and the Land of Faery.
I am from Whitehaven, Wales and Norfolk,
trackless fens, fells and bottomless lakes.
I am from Peking duck, stew, leek and
potato soup and chutney.
I am from Esme's naked budgie,
the missing train and ookum flookum.
I am from the red photograph box, the out
of tune piano, the cupboard under the stairs.