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2011 Callaway Youth Poetry Contest Winners
Callaway County youth celebrated April's National Poetry Month by writing some creative verse. This contest awarded winners in three age groups: 5-8, 9-12 and 13-18. It was cosponsored by the Auxvasse Creative Arts Program.
Springtime by Haley Garrett (1st place)
The dog roams the yard like a tiger.
Crops are growing like roses.
The rain sounds like a pitter patter of a pencil.
The sun is as warm as the sand under my toes.
The wind chime rings in the rough wind like a bell.
The bees are buzzing beneath the sunshine.
The grass is growing. It really needs mowing.
Flowers are blooming like crazy.
Birds are chirping like crazy.
Fish are swimming like waves crashing in the ocean.
The Oak Tree by Teresa Hinchie (2nd place)
Trees Trees Trees Trees Trees
Blossoms on branches
That grow into leaves.
Leaves are for shade
From an oak tree
For people to sleep under.
The acorns from it are not soft.
Unless you brush them away You cannot sleep.
The squirrels eat nuts
In the tree and on the ground.
The squirrels carry them away
So we can sleep
Under the oak tree.
Untitled by Ben Bondurant (3rd place)
The crazy bug is under my mug.
Under the mushroom there isn’t enough room
for the flowers to bloom
with a big kaboom.
The bee is on the flower.
It doesn’t have much power
On top of a flower,
When a melon is growing above it,
So he has to make the best of it.
The Forest by Allison Murphy (1st place)
Water droplets hit the leaves
Leaves on the ground crunch when you walk
Birds sing a beautiful song
The chilly winds have a quiet whistle
You can hear the deer communicating
Up above, the geese honk their horns
But down below frogs are croaking
And crickets are chirping
Woodpeckers peck holes in the trees
Streams flow gracefully
If you’re quiet, you can hear birds flap their
Wings they fly.
Listen by Shristi Bashista (2nd place)
Do you hear it?
The wind, the leaves, the chips and chitters?
Do you see it?
The trees, the flowers, the bugs?
Do you feel it?
The soft plants, the textured leaves, the oily ladybug.
Do you taste it?
The fresh air, the nectar from that flower, the juicy blueberries.
Do you smell it?
The dirt, the rain, the nature?
Spring Robin by Mary Hinchie (3rd place)
Oh Little Robin on a branch
The first sure sign of Spring;
Swaying lightly in the breeze
You begin to sing.
A truly lovely warbling
The song is that comes out;
Though not the best of singers
Your talent's not in doubt.
Oh Robin of Spring Beauty,
You're a messenger of hope;
When I hear your happy chirrup
I no longer want to mope.
But Robin Just one question
Why did you pick this tree?
Why did you pick here in Callaway?
Why did you sing for me?
So thank you happy Robin
For bringing this good news:
Behind you trails all of spring
And all its greenish hues.
Home Run Hero vs. The Army by Chelsea Smith
He rounds third and heads for home
His cleats digging into the ground, like talons of an eagle
The catcher jumps up ready to tag with the ball
He inhales deeply and turns on his heel sharply
The catcher throws the ball to the third baseman
The runner stops abruptly and turns back to home
He runs back to third, looking over his shoulder
He again inhales deeply, and sprints back toward home
He sprints, pushing himself harder and harder
Speed is the drug, adrenaline spikes
The ball whizzes over his head
The smack of the ball reverberates throughout the stadium
He drops to the ground, sliding
His last attempt to get the run in
He feels the dirt rubbing against his pants
A light sand caressing his face
His foot slides across the base, just as the catchers mitt slams on his ankle
Whoops and yells erupt from the crowd, like creatures of the night
He returns to the dugout to await his next battle with the army of the fielders.
My Joy by Kennedy Baker (2nd place)
I see the dew on the grass
As little creatures move and pass.
Doing a job twice their size,
So courageous, strong and wise.
The soil buried in the ground,
Cushions my body all around.
I gaze up into the deep blue sky,
As roaring jets and birds fly by.
Elegant birds sing a song
As my foot starts to tap along.
Yellow pollen stained on a kitten’s nose,
Curiosity killed the cat as the saying goes.
Nature brings peace and joy,
To the world around us every girl and boy.