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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
Thanking the actors.

The second act ends
Ending the musical
Everyone liked it.

I grab all my things
And left with all of my friends
We were satisfied.

CATS was amazing
And the performance was nice
We all enjoyed it.

We went to my house
And we drank tea and coffee
Before they went home.

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