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March Madness

On Monday, the Dream Keepers had their own version of March Madness. The young people experienced difficulty concentrating. Still, in the midst of the giggles, a few words were set to paper. Enjoy!

Our newest Dream Keeper writer an I AM poem to introduce herself to you.
I AM by Sydney Byrd
I am light skin  5'9  happy
 forgive-ful.
I am aware  delighted
 passionate
 proud.

I am a writer  a basketball player
 a friend
 a daughter.

I am Sydney Byrd.

Dream Keeper Ruthie Matthew wrote about going to see the musical CATS with her family and friends.
CATS!
by Ruthie Matthews, II

Lights appear on stage
As the dancers all appear
The crowd is restless

The music begins
And the first act is in play
The cats prance around

The various cats
Tell us about the main cats
Such as Barnabee.

Once we know the cats
The intermission begins
After the first act.

Fifteen minutes past
Everyone sits down at last
And the lights go out.

The cats come onstage
And the second act begins
As everyone claps.

After every song
The crowd offers up applause
Th…

Writing With Pictures

Last Monday, the Dream Keepers were delighted to welcome guest speaker Keri Gerlach, Director of Marketing at Clement Manor, Inc. in Milwaukee. Keri is both a photographer and a writer. She brought beautiful framed photos and invited the young people to use them for inspiration. What fun we had!
The first group of writings comes from a photo of a tree's gnarled roots in spring, just before the earth has come back to life.
Around The Tree by Lamar Hobson
I walk around a tree like three times. It looks like darkness and big as this tree is, I think if I touch him, he going to eat me.
Everyone Has Roots by Olivia Bell
Some people are like leaves, unstable, always moving with the wind. The season changes, they wither and die. They take and give shade under the harshness of the sun, but rarely do they stay all year long. In your time of need, the wind has taken them, and they will not return upon your calling.
Others are like branches on a tree. Little do they move with the wind or rain, but if y…