More than 80 young poets submitted entries in the 2012 Callaway County Youth Poetry Contest , sponsored by the Callaway County Public Library  and the Auxvasse Creative Arts Program . The organizations honored the winners of the contest on Tuesday, April 24 at the Callaway County Public Library in Fulton. Prizes were awarded to first, second and third place winners in three age groups: 5-8, 9-12 and 13-18. This year’s contest was judged by local poet and North Callaway High School teacher Justin Hamm.
My Amazing Sister by Haley Garrett (1st place)
One day we were playing at the creek.
I slipped in. Like a slithering snake.
It felt like I jumped to Antarctica.
Suddenly I hear a splash.
It sounds like an elephant squirting water.
My sister grabs my hand.
It feels like I haven’t touched something dry in ages.
She pulls me out to land.
I’m dripping wet freezing cold.
Silence falls we go inside.
Jane, the Juvenile T-Rex by Casper Safranski (2nd place)
A little dinosaur was getting a drink
And in the sky it saw a pterosaur,
And it got really creeped
By a T-Rex looking for,
Looking for meat to eat.
And the little dinosaur was so scared it ran
Because the T-Rex was chasing it.
And the T-Rex almost bit its hand;
Missed, then caught it and ate it,
Getting meat to eat.
And the pterosaur was flying still
Looking for fish to eat.
Hoping to get its fill.
And then it landed on its feet
And got its fish to eat.
And then the water started to rise
So the pterosaur started to fly
But the waters came too high.
Everything was buried by
The water rushing by.
Millions of year later
Paleontologists looked and found the bones,
Dug them up and more years later
Put them in a museum, their new home,
So people could learn about dinosaurs.
The Champion Game by Alex Jansen (3rd place)
People had a baseball game to play.
If they work hard,
They will earn a giant baseball card.
The game was about to start.
There was 62 seconds on the chart.
The game just began.
The players could see almost every fan.
The braves were the first team to bat.
The other team was wearing a Pirate hat.
The first two kids got a out.
Every brave fan started to pout.
The third kid got a homerun.
The chart said it was zero to one.
The fans started to cheer.
That’s all the people could hear.
The fourth kid got the last out.
The coach said you don’t need to pout.
The first on the Pirates got a double.
The braves thought they were in trouble.
The second and third person got an out.
The Pirates were so nervous they were about to shout.
The fourth kid got a homerun.
Finally the game was done.
The Pirates worked real hard.
The Pirates got a giant baseball card.
The Pirates cheered.
The braves teared.
The Pirates won.
They had a lot of fun.
The braves lost.
The braves wanted to make the Pirates cost.
The Rich Man by Emily Schweiss (1st place)
There once was a rich man.
He had everything!
A mansion, money,
And a diamond ring.
He had a wife
And a child
They were perfect
But the man
Was cruel and
He thought that
He could rule.
He made the work
While he slept in the shade.
And those poor, poor girls
They were never paid.
Then one day
The rich man said
“Girls, do the work.
I’ll be in the shed.”
And the man became tired
So he went to bed.
The girls stole his money
And then they fled.
The man was sad.
He ate nothing but rice.
He asked his family to come home.
He promised to be nice.
The family came home.
The man was glad,
And he kept his promise.
He was never ever bad.
Summer Night by A.J. Ballard (2nd place)
I recall that summer night
Where the full moon shone so bright
I looked up there and felt so light
I thought that I could take flight
I focused there with all my might
I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful sight
Yes I recall a summer night
The one that made me feel just right.
The Old Ice-Cream Truck by Garett Ballard (3rd place)
Dingle Dong! Dinga Linga Dong!
I hear the distant ringing
The old ice cream truck is coming now
I imagine what the truck is bringing
Popsicles that make you say “wow!”
Fudge bars so good my heart just stops
Ice-cream looking like lollipops
I waited excited as the truck got to my street
It seemed as if my shoes would hop off my feet
I quickly ordered plenty of treats
One looked as if colors were melting on something blank
Another , a milk shake I easily drank
Oh, I love the old ice-cream truck!
Next week, I can have some luck
And hear the ringing of the old ice-cream truck!
Thoughts of a Sailor by Grace Stukenborg
She barely heard the voices all around her at the reception
where she was all alone, alone but should not have been,
alone for her friend's happy day, all dressed up, her long blonde hair
curled specially for the occasion with fake purple carnations placed
just above her left ear, thinking about the one who was not with her.
Her husband should be there, the one who had been beside her
these past four months, the one who, it seemed, just yesterday
had looked back at her, beaming in his dress whites,
as she walked down the aisle on the arm of her father,
her sparkling eyes the color of the sea after a storm,
the sea that her husband loved so dearly, second only to her.
The one who, eight days ago, had been called away
from his long deserved six months of shore leave,
one month early, on urgent navy business.
She thought of the one who she may never see again, the one who
could not call, though she knew he wished he could,
the one whom she loved, gone.
As her thoughts drifted to the present, as her gaze cleared,
and the voices grew louder in her ears, she sighed,
knowing she could do nothing about those circumstances
that had called her husband from her.