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The 2008 Woodland Creatures Summer Camps Poems and photos from the two Summer Camps Woodland Pattern Book Center offered this year. Woodland Pattern's Urban Youth Literary Arts Program offered two Summer Poetry Camps to thirty-nine students in the month of July. These thirty-nine students were taught by Milwaukee writers. They met with local artists from areas such as yoga, theater, the visual arts, and bookmaking each day to enhance their writing and performance skills. In addition, each day of camp ended with an inspirational field trip to places such as The Milwaukee Art Museum, The Audubon Nature Center, and The Milwaukee Ballet. At the end of each camp the students gave a reading in Woodland Pattern's gallery to family and friends. Each student received an Anthology of their classmates' work, and took books off the Woodland Pattern shelves to read throughout the summer. Camp 1 Poems, Grades 6-12 Revolution You will not be hearing gun shots. You will not sit in the house and miss school. You will not work late. You will not walk in the house any time or talk any way. You will not hear about people dyin'. You will not see young boys walking selling weed and they pants below their waist. You will not hear 13 year old females getting pregnant. You will not see so many black men in jails, behind cell rather than in college. You will see everyone walking across the stage. The Revolution will not be televised. Breana I'm so Good I'm so cool that I saw my grandpa's dad's grandpa get the spank of life. I'm so good that I cut a continent in half with a knife. I'm so strong that I built the pyramids with my bare hands. I'm so talented that when I play my trumpet, the band is frightened. I'm so good that when I breath god's chest tightens. Hector I Wish Take my soul in your hands for love is all I want. Run over the hilltops with me be sure not to taunt. Share the passion for me as I feel the same for you. Teach them to see our love so true. Take my soul in your hands and hold me to your heart. Even at the time of midnight our love is not dark. Sing a song more beautiful than birds. Show your passion with the simple words. I love you Take my soul my heart my love for that is all I think of. Show me that your love is true and I will do the same for you That is what I wish for just passion and love. Grant my wish oh please Lord above hear me plead. Know what I dream let sun smile upon us. Oh lord that is what I wish let him share his love for me give us first kiss. Jessika Camp 2 Poems, Grades 5-7 Pablo Neruda I died in the hospital, my heart was broken, speaking my last words ever spoken, my friend was dead, and I, out of bed, in the stairways, there I saw my wives eyes, a tears dropped when she started to cry. I said my last words with loyalty, 'your only danger here is poetry,' and now out of breath, closed my eyes and faced my death. Relmu Dream' I went to a dock and got on a small boat where it took me across a lake, but slowly with wind blowing elegantly, swiftly and the sun glowing and shining brighter than I had ever seen before. All I hear is screeching seagulls from above me. Then four minutes later, I fainted from dehydration. An hour passed by when I woke up. A person that had been roaming the boat splashed me with water. I woke up to see where I was, on a shore of a pretty jungle. Palm trees with coconuts and bananas! You could smell them so sweet and juicy. Then, the wonderful waterfall made it look all so real and nice. Haqiah Sunlight turning to moonlight Sunlight turn to moonlight at the midnight hour. People gone except for me. I see homes asleep, happy and warm with their families. The midnight hour turns to 9:00am people awake with dreams in their heads to tell their families when they awake from bed. Except for me because I have been awake all night because I had to become a person a troubled dreamer. Elizabeth I Am I am Emily Dickinson Because the poems have meaning It's like the poems are speaking And that is who I want to be. Because they bring inspiration to me If only the world could see. I want to make poems with life And make it go to people's hearts And make more poetry start. And that is who I want to be And make people feel love And make them know And make answers come up Or below. Shaila Classical Dress As graceful as a person, as slim as a shoe, I am a classical tutu. With dark reds and blacks as night, I dance at the walls at the speed of light. With shadows and sounds as I spin around letting myself go. Mikayla |