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The 2007 Woodland Creatures Summer Camps Poems and photos from the four Summer Camps Woodland Pattern Book Center offered this year. Woodland Pattern's Urban Youth Literary Arts Program served 88 students through summer camps this year, the most in our history! Camps 3 & 4 were held in partnership with the Milwaukee Public Library's Youth Programs. Camp 1 was funded by the Department of Public Instruction, Camp 2 was funded by The Milwaukee Public Schools Foundation, Camps 3 & 4 were funded by The Faye McBeath Foundation through the Milwaukee Public library. Foundations who fund the Urban Youth Literary Arts Program year-round: The Faye McBeath Foundation The Community Development Block Grant The Helen Bader Foundation The NEA The Wisconsin Arts Board The Betty Brinn Foundation The Evinrude Foundation
"This free camp was an amazing experience for my son. He participated in a number of fantastic field trips such as going to the Milwaukee Art Museum, Modjeska Theater and the Riverwest Yogashala. The entire camp was amazing and the fact that it was offered free was even better. It can be difficult to afford the time and expense it takes to expose children to such an array of great experiences. But, this camp did and every child that attended this poetry camp will be more enriched because of it. It know it was a memorable experience for all the children who attended."--Danielle A Rodriquez (Parent)
Charmaine | Isabelle | Jessika | LaTasha | Christiana
Latrice | Maddie | Dajon | John | Ver' Shae | Rorrie Sheleah | Jocelyn | Madeline | Rashad | Katie | Adah POEMS FROM CAMP 1, June 18-22, 2007 As you say As you say to me I'll change I'll change crying and weeping snorting wisperin' baby I love u! I'll change, I'll change I wanna scream scream at top of my lungs pure as snow. I wanna say, look at me look at me what do you see in me, in the world, look at me! The crack, the crack, the drugs the crazy ass attitudes you're enough to spare, spare me and spare the booze that you choose choose over me. me, the blood the blood, the booze, the blood, the booze. Like the 5yr old kid screamin' choose me, choose me. Each time the boy with the crutches or me crutches or me, booze or me, booze or me. And I'm cryin' cryin' and sighin' not again, not again. how could you, but you do. The promises, the signature in blood to the spit shake, is it a fake you sigh and sigh. You fight, and fight till your close to the light the light, the light from all the booze you choose you choose to chug over me! And you sigh for me! Charmaine G., Grade 10 wanted a dumb kid anyone can make a bid must be picked on and not called the bomb neglection is key and no-one whose free don't forget abused and love that's confused wanted an embarrassed and a disappointment wanted a spic, a nigga, or a cracker possibly 1 whose a drug dealer or a hi-jacker wanted a boy ready to slap wanted a girl ready to tap wanted a boy ready to die over a block and not his mother's cry a girl with low esteem willing to do anything for some cream Isabelle, Grade 11 Slave Warrior and more See my pain from my scream. Drink my blood red and needed know my power. I stand, throw defeat. All I need is a chance. My bloody neck stands. See my pain through my scream. The sun light is a deadly thing. People see me and think wow. A good place a nobody. I run I stand I live again. A slave on the outside. A warrior at heart. I hit the mark with fire in my eyes. Nobody says who I am. I am a warrior. Jessika, Grade 7 Describing me Black born in America. Ancestors shrugged being slaves for almost all their lives, talked about, teased, criticized. Never been popular, but I don't care. I look up to my mother. I will love her. I am a sassy girl and my home is this world. I hope my dreams come true. I don't want to be blue. LaTasha, Grade 6 POEMS FROM CAMP 2, June 25-29, 2007 Being Shy My shyness is like a baby faun never seen unless by a hunter sneaking up on her. Harmless and weak, clutching to her mama's side. Scared of things she's never seen before. Meeting new things everyday. Scared and shy at first, but kind and friendly when you meet. She feels comfortable with him, her, or it. A fawn is a very loving animal, but very rarely seen. Shyness makes her run away from you and me. Right beside her mother, every time she is shy, which is most often. She is longing for friends, but too shy to have very many. Christiana, Grade 4 Her hair was flying because it was windy. She was probably walking home from somewhere. She was sweating because it was so hot. It was a long way home for Marilyn. Marilyn had three kids at home and a husband waiting for her to come home. It was so hot it was like a big blanket was covering her. Then, she was feeling angry and started walking slowly. Marilyn had a headache and wanted to go to sleep for the rest of the day. Her daughter's name was Melissa and the other daughter's name was Melanie. Her son's name was Max. The dad's name was Michael. Then she was better. Latrice, Grade 5 Standing alone in a junior high hallway can mean bad news. That is exactly what Lucas though as he stood outside the principal's office. He stood with his hands in his pockets and he rocked back and forth on his heels. School was over for the day and most of the teachers had left so the hallways held an eerie quietness. As lights were switched off one by one, Lucas' coral orange shirt grew brighter, his slacks seems to blend in instead. Then the door opened a crack and the seconds seemed to pass like hours. Lucas didn't know what to expect. Good news or bad news? The door swung open with a loud creak and finally the door was open completely. Ms. Finn called out, "Lucas you may come in now." Her voice echoed from wall to wall like your mother telling you that you have no choice, but to do what you're told. Lucas regrettably stepped into Ms. Finn's office slowly, knowing that whatever she had to tell him would change his life forever. Maddie, Grade 8 The Big Race Once upon a time there were two cars at the starting line. The two drivers were brothers. Someone said go. The two raced like jets. They raced all night. One of the cars needed to sleep. So the little one won. Dajon, Grade 4 POEMS FROM CAMP 3, August 6-10, 2007 My Perfect World My perfect world is my bedroom where I rest then suddenly I fall asleep on my bed and drift into a world of rerouting rats, loyal dogs, and war, like buffalo fierce bears. All coming to cross paths is a place called Half Room. This is where dreams filter and bake to comical. Here's where loving shews, and much more walruses, foxes, and prairie dogs all cross and emerge the victor. Always. There's the orchard of fruits, The Great Hall and the carving table all are pulled together into a strong hold, a hospital, church, and otter haven pulled together into Half Room. Home of the prairie dogs. Everything is taking into my dreams and into Half Room. John, Grade 7 Star glasses I think the way I came into this world was a man named Sir Hobglober. He was in charge of glasses all around the world. Prescription, sun, and goofy ones. Lucky me because I was going to be a goofy pair! Well, sir Hobglober sent 2 astronauts to get 2 perfect stars! I happed to be one that they chose and my cousin Bashakalika. So they took us back to earth I could not breath there it was ridiculous they put us in some type of liquid that helped us breathe! They first put us in back tar, then in red. It was like a shade material. Then, they put hot sauce on the lining. After, that they put some little legs on me. Now, I'm finished and beautiful. Ver' Shae, Grade 6 Ebony stared up at her cobweb covered ceiling grimacing. She was a pirate not a maid. Ebony didn't know why it bothered her so much. She was one of the most respected pirates. Ebony couldn't sleep. Many nights a mix of the hard work and the rocking of the boat on the ocean put her into a deep sleep. Today, she couldn't muffle out her cabin mates' snores. She managed to go upon a nice ship. She was the first mate. Ebony was the best female pirate of the very few that were. They were off to find a treasure. Rorrie, Grade 6 Where I come from I come from being the youngest child. To being the biggest some body ever. I try to be the best. I try so hard to not be like my peers. I feel where I come from is not where I am going. I am the youngest. I am Me, not where I come from. I'm different when something's wrong. I know. Sheleah, Grade 6 POEMS FROM CAMP 4, August 13-17, 2007 Over the meadow, life is soft and sways full of wheat and grass. For over the meadows you can do whatever you want. You can relax and feel the wind going through your hair. Over the meadows nice and peaceful, quiet and gentle. Jocelyn, Grade 6 My world - A Faraway Kingdom Waves crash and oceans roll A golden flag, on a silver pole Horses bray and lions roar A maiden dances on the shore War lies in old library books Armor hangs on rusty hooks The flowers bloom in early spring An eagle flies on golden wings The King rules with a fair hand Spreading peace across the land Elves and dwarves are people too Room for everyone and you the pages come to an end The message, over, they have sent right out of my hand, my dream, it took This lovely, lovely, lovely book Madeline (Jazz), Grade 7 Take a game, a game don't call me a name. Trash is not the way to talk the way to walk. Life's the same so watch what you say. Give me props slap hands then you understand there's no place in my face. We both teammates in a human race. Repeat me and I will repeat you back. Don't be lame win or lose we both same. Playing for pride not for shame. Rashad, Grade 6 Dum da-dum dum doom doom doom With a wooden stick in my hand I hit the drum. dum da-dum dum doom doom doom Over and over 'till it's my heart that drums. dum da-dum dum doom doom doom All I can hear in my mind is that beat. dum da-dum dum doom doom doom All I can feel in my soul is that beat. dum da-dum dum doom doom doom Vibrations fill me from my head to my feet. dum da-dum dum doom doom doom I am the drum that rests on my feet. dum da-dum dum doom doom doom I am the drum and the Drum is me. dum da-dum dum doom doom doom Body and soul and one heart beat. body and soul and one heart beat one heart beat. Katie, Grade 6 Deer No food no water No shelter lost in the woods people gun shots Adah, Grade 5 |