I have the other movies on reserve on Netflix. I came up with this beginning today for my poem. ( you can laugh at me if you want) It has to be in 3rd person, about our childhood( so long ago), 36 lines, up to 8 syllables per line.

Shipshewana Daze

Driving through her famous hometown
Those rural unforgotten smells
Pierce her mind of Ernie the straw
Hatted Amish Pavarotti
Bellowing out augmented Dutch
Operas as his horse drawn cow
plop salad shooter nourishes
Turned over corn stalk stumps black muck.

( did I say I am a crazy? lol) I have more written, but it still needs a lot of work.