The Art Works of  Ad Swan - A Show Case of  Permanent and Rotating Exhibits of Artist Andre' Swancy
Poem written by Andre' Dumont Swancy
As it come nowhere else
Strains of Bird
Mixed with Big Mama May belle
Drift on the heavy air...
Gutted rains
And dark
funky-alley streets
Unreal abstraction...
Gray mist overhead
all around
Beads of condensed filth
Moisture on shabby
Andre' Swancy
Copyright @ 2000
In 1979, Swancy participated in Valle del Sol's
"Thoughts Make No Noise"Poets in residency Project, it was in seven District schools in twenty-three classrooms. Swancy spoke and understood Spanish at the time. This creative program started by Valle del Sol in 1974, to brings four Poets, each of a different ethnic background into various fourth, and sixth classrooms throughout the District for a one week residency each project.  (Phoenix, Arizona)
Andre Swancy the second "Poet in Residency" as an Art Therapist, Art Instructor, Technical Director for the Black Theatre Troupe and a Puppeteer/Designer. Mr Swancy visits to the classrooms included discussions of his Haitian ancestry and the reading of his poems entitled, "I Remember My Grandma, " " No Place Like Home," "A Child's  Cry," Afro Dream," "Four," "Two Letters From Home." 
Some of the children in Mr.Guerrero's and Mr. Swancy's residency students poems were published and edited by the ESAA Component of Valle del Sol, Inc. for publication in REVISTA.

Roses are red, Violets are blue.
Cesar if you like Annette 
I'll kill you.
Alfred Perez
Rio Vista School

Everything is sprouting
                                                                 Springs are flowing

Baby animals growing                flowers are blooming
Spring is a time for growing.

Winston Tease
Sierra Vista School

If I could play music as soft as             
the clouds,                                                                                                  
I would sing, dance and shout 
it out loud,                     I would let the whole world     know about it,                 Just because I know how       to play music,
At first I kept it inside me   all to myself                     then I let it out and played   it, with out any help.                                   
                                                    Camille Reed                                           
Roosevelt School                 
La Kena es de  madera                                
Que juego vien buenito                              
y le tocas con loe dedos                             
y avala como los Indios             
Francisco Rosales                                         
The Sun                                                           .             

The sun is wide                                            .
and free ...                                                  

I am the sea                                                                 and the sun is me                                                         
The sea powerful                          
and can be rough                                                           
Mostly it is tough.                                                                                                                                          Hernandez                                                           
Rio Vista School              
                                                                               What is Fire

Fire is dangerous                 to people
to trees, birds, 
What is fire,
fire is a danger to all.                                                                                                                                       

Kevin Uhis
Sunland School                                                                   
A memory sits I don't know why, it is not needed anymore. It is alone its friends gone. Its just a memory just sitting there on the shelf waiting until it fades away.
Karna Ferrin, Roosevelt School.
Music is like a soft breeze blowing by. Music is like the clear blue sky. Music is a beautiful sound made by people. It is the sound when spring comes and goes. Music is the night when it's bright. It's the sun when it shines. Music is my light.
Patsy Diaz, Roosevelt School 
Spiders are ugly. Spiders are gross. Spiders have long legs that walk walk walk all day long.
Yvonne Sevilla, Sierra Vista School
Look at the sun
While I was king at the sun, I thought what fun! If I were a sun How could i run and have fun? What if the sun were green and I was yellow. Boy would I be a good fellow. What if the sun was me and I was the sun could I cry and run?
Rae Ann Mendoza, C.J. Jorgensen School
The Charango
The happy Armadillo spirit makes music in its shell. Loudly, softly, making a happy sound. As strings quickly vibrate the armadillo sings a merry tune.
Michael Novack, Sunland School
Oh how I like spring. How I like birds to sing when I am on my swing.
Angela Mendoza, Jorgensen School
Musical Player
If I were a musical player I'd practice everyday and sing every song that would come my way. I'd sing Jazz the blues and folk songs too. I'll never give up till my dream comes true. I'll get the biggest piano ever and play at theaters and movies too so I'll never give up till my dream comes true.
Symone Bowman, M.L.King Jr. School
Thanks were given to the children, teachers, principals, and poets who made the creative writing experience possible and the Roosevelt School District Administration and the Arizona Arts Commission on the Arts and Humanities for their support and cooperation.
Read the poems of Swancy in his Publication: "Reflections" Book of Poems.

Swancy would recite famous poems he liked. He knew lots of them but he would quote to his wife one of his favorite:

(Swancy recited love poem!)

 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
    I love thee to the level of everyday's
    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
    I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
    I love thee with the passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

Written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806 - 1861
from sonnets from the Portuguese.

International Who's Who in Poetry wrote; Mrs. Swancy is one ot the moat interesting poets they have ever encountered. She has had many poems published over the years.
This one regarding the grief she felt during the spring of 2012. Poem Titled:
I've lost the only man I ever loved.
 Not to another woman,
 But to the man above.
 I really loved him. It is very painful.
 I am selfish, but  not knowing what
 to do is naturally taking a toll.
 My love, with all my being
 I pray for your soul.
 I want him back and that is not possible.
 Tears keep flowing, it does not matter
 Keeps getting sadder.
 I really loved him, he was the best thing
 that ever happened to me.
 He had a computer brain and a wonderful man.
 He was artistic and created beautiful art
 works with his hand.
I really loved him he was a special gift,
A match in heaven. Our souls connected
 and that was the facts.
 What is comforting is he loved me back.
 Evelyn Swancy
Tribute to Andre' Swancy from his wife.
Swanee: (Goya) you were my strength, my inspiration, my world is lessor without you. You were my everything and I owe that all to you. I love you this = much. Joesane! 2013
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