Poetry at SEEDs

Writing poetry encourages creativity and self-expression. Poetry stirs the imagination and helps us grow emotionally and intellectually as we examine our thoughts and feelings in a symbolic way. Taking part in an exercise focused on self expression, the participants at SEEDs for Autism created a series of biographical poems.

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Macbook Air in gold By Keri

I am very interested in a apple computer the new Macbook air in gold. I want to download Shutterfly. Also, pictures of traveling because I like to travel a lot. I’m going to get a Kate Spade glitter cases in rose gold. I choose gold because it was cool looking.

Before I purchase it I will need to research everything about my laptop computer. Also, at apple I will need to take classes because I never had a Macbook air before.

Emotion Poetry at SEEDs for Autism

Writing poetry encourages creativity and self-expression. Poetry stirs the imagination and it is an excellent practice for strengthening writings skills, cultivating a strong vocabulary and learning to think outside the box. In this post, the participants at SEEDs for Autism use poetry to describe emotions through the window of their senses. 

The Edge of the World

I stand at the end of a path that drops off into an endless darkness.  A massive earthquake had caused the path ahead to fall into darkness below. Looking down I see broken pipes pouring water into the pit of endless shadow. A large rock falls away and falls into the dark abyss. I have been tasked with exploring the abyss –  a job that is both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Who knows what I will find… or if there is anything down there at all aside from the shadows.

by J.L.Wolffire

Exploring Poetry at SEEDs for Autism

At SEEDs for Autism, writing poetry encourages creativity and self-expression. Poetry stirs the imagination and helps us grow emotionally and intellectually as we explore our thoughts and feelings in a symbolic way. It is an excellent practice for strengthening writings skills, cultivating a strong vocabulary and learning to think outside the box.

Here, participants at SEEDs created poetry inspired by their favorite colors.

MB/ed.

 

The Legend of the Werewolf

        

By J.L. Wolffire

 

Prologue: The fever

When I was 10 years old my family and I took a vacation to place called Fever Swamp in Florida. Soon after a lot of people got sick including me and my family. The virus killed my family but I was still suffering. It felt like my whole body was being torn apart. The doctors on call gave pain meds to help the massive pain I was having and soon I drifted off to sleep.

“This is bad.” A Doctor said

“I know Dr. Freed.” A nurse said

“The kid is a fighter.” Dr. Freed said

“For now all we can do is make him comfortable.”  Dr. Freed said

 

-A few days later-

 

My eyes opened to a dimly lit room. I heard a steady beeping. My body felt sore. My sense of smell was way better than it ever was. And I can see in the dark. My ears picked up sounds I did not hear before. I felt better than I did when I was sick. Someone came into my room.

“Hey you’re awake.” A voice said

“Who are you?” I asked

“You don’t remember do you?” he asked

“No sorry.” I said

“It’s okay, you and your family came down with a fever that killed a lot of people, you have been asleep for about 4 days.” He said

“My family, they’re dead aren’t they?” I asked

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” He said

Tears started fall

“There is a family that said that they would take you in. They live here and have a place near the swamp.” He said

“I’d like that.” I said

About an hour later I managed to calm down and tried finding something be happy about. I sighed knowing it would take time. After a bit, I got dressed. Jeans and a sports tank top along with some really cool looking sandals.

 I smiled as I saw myself.

“Wonder if I can have my stuff from my house shipped out here?” I asked

“Someone is already working that.” Dr. Freed said

“So the foster family, when are they coming for me?” I asked

“I just called them, they will be here in about an hour or so.” Dr. Freed said

“I called a friend of mine to move the stuff from your house in the Midwest to your foster home.” Dr freed said

“Thanks.”  I said

Soon I was in a jeep heading for my new foster home.

“So you got a name?” the man next to me asked

“Jesse.”  I said

“I’m Jack, my son Danny is about your age.” Jack said

“Thanks for taking me in.” I said

 “The virus did a lot of damage and took a lot of lives. We moved out of town when it happened. Once they gave us the all clear we moved. A lot kids are left without families. I was one the many families that signed up to adopt those who lost their families .” Jack said

“Danny and his friends tell tales around campfire at night.” Jack said

“That’s life in the 70’s for you.” I said

“Yep, good times.” Jack said

“Do you believe in the scary tales people tell?” Jack asked

“Yeah, I love investigating them.” I said

“Lots of my stuff back at my old house helps me investigate them.” I said

We pulled into the house. It looked like a mansion and around it were cornfields and I saw an old mine, too.

“Oh I am loving this place already.” I said

“I thought you might.” He said

We head into the house and met with Danny. We soon became friends and we headed to his room. It’s a huge room, seeming to be a mix of pirate ship and forest. Danny was year older than me. He is really cool.

“So, up for a camp out tonight?” he asked

“Sure.” I said

As night drew closer we headed for the spot. Along way I heard something. It sounded so familiar.

“Jesse what is it?” Danny asked

“It some kind of noise, it’s so strange. It’s not far, come on.”  I said

I ran off towards where the sound was coming from.

“Jesse, slow down!” Danny called out

I did and he caught up and we came to a clearing.

“Ok, now I hear it too.” Danny said

We looked around and soon I stopped. Something wasn’t quite solid but was fast becoming so. With an echoing thud the object that was semi transparent was now fully materialized.  

“Is that a police box?” Danny asked

“Looks like it but there is more to it.” I said

We headed over. And I ran my hand across the wood.

“Feels like wood. But do you feel that?” I asked

Danny put his hand on the wood.

“That is crazy.” Danny said

The door opened inward and a man poked his head out. He was tall, wore a pin stripe suit, Converse shoes and had a brown trench coat.

“Oi Ello there.” he said

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What SEEDS means to me

What Seeds means to me

2/16: At the time of writing this I have been working at SEEDS FOR AUTISM for over a year. During this time I’ve come out of my shell a lot. In High School I was always the quiet person in class that wouldn’t talk anyone and no one would even try to talk to me. I did have a couple of friends from Middle and Elementary school that I would hang out with at lunch and on the bus, but we didn’t have any classes together. I secretly felt kind of lonely but was to afraid to actually talk to new people. After I graduated, my family took me to a job/program/school fair where SEEDS had a booth. It seemed interesting, so that summer I signed up for the summer program -and it was a lot of fun. I met some nice people who I became acquaintances with, but I still didn’t feel at home/comfortable yet. Then in December, I joined the official SEEDs program. I was still pretty nervous, until someone who also works at SEEDS said he remembered me from the summer program and welcomed me into the SEEDS family. I felt bad because I didn’t remember him.  After a while though we became good friends and still are. I started talking about similar interests, things that are on my mind, how life is going, and now I have many new friends! Now I feel like I can make friends, share what I have to say, and I am slightly more confident. I am now truly part of the SEEDS family!

5/25: Today I am leaving SEEDS, I still feel the same as I did when I wrote the paragraph above. I am leaving because SEEDS has given me confidence to follow a new opportunity. I will miss all of my friends and all of my instructors very much, but it’s time to move forward with my life, and SEEDS FOR AUTISM has given me the knowledge to do so successfully. I have learned skills and made things here that I never thought I would ever be able to. I am very grateful for SEEDS FOR AUTISM and everyone here for helping me with so much. The only thing I can say now is, thank you!

~Breanna D.

Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.

~Nelson Mandela