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Dreaming of the Future...

           What do you have in store for yourself???

               
            Have you ever thought about what your future holds for you?  In our next activity we will be looking into the future, by examining different pieces of artwork.  To start this activity you will need to think about what you would like to be doing in the future - who do you want to be?  where do you want to live?  who do you want to be with?  how do you want to be acting?  where will you work?  what will be important?...

           


NOW, As you look at these questions, and others, that might come up as you think about your future...You will need to think of a way to communicate your dreams and goals through poetry.  Up until this point, the poems you have made have followed a form; however, for this activity the way you write out your poem will be up to you, the only requirement is that your writing is poetical rather than a narrative.  If you'd like to see an example, click here.



AFTER you write your poem, you will need to go to art.com and search for a piece of artwork, photography, or other image that represents your poem/dream.  Include your picture with your poem, when you hand in your poem.

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                    Just a Day Dream

                                                                    by: Tyrone

           
            When there is a hiatus in reality
            that's usually when a dream is conceived
            Sweat from hard work and turmoil makes a brother wanna believe
        there's other accomplishments out there and the eleventh grade isn't the
        only goal I want to acheive.

                        You see
           
            The world itself can be detrimental to life.
            And constant like the sun is the struggle to detemine what's wrong
            from what's right.
            I must hurdle 25 to life,
            Juke substances that bar me from the guiding light.

        Is life attempting to be hard just because it's me
        or Is there a problem with wanting to be happy with my family.
        Lord knows the judicial branch isn't on my side.                                   
        Left, right, right to left, I keep my eyes open              wide.
         
        Intentions of cashing bohemoth checks,
         is like ice cold water, it's keeping my lips wet.
         I imagine, straying away from those thirsty, that drink
        hater-ade.
        Or those plotting against me, evily fabricating thoughts in the
        shade.

        What about my enemies that want to make me a
         fossil.
        What about the friends that are really impostors.
        Maybe, all this isn't really what it seems.
       

                                Perhaps it's all just a day dream.