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HSLDA Poetry Contest

2006 HSLDA Poetry Contest Winning Poems

First Place
Category 1 (ages 9-13):
Light
By Rebekah Waldorff

Jumping and fluttering around the eaves,
Filtering through the tangled grape vine,
Playfully tickling all the oak leaves,

From a great yellow ball the warm light shines,
Going down and starting the night,
And all is now blacker than deep coal mines.

Soon comes the moon, eerie and bright,
With gliding penetrating twisting beams,
That are piercing the darkness of night,

Glinting off needles that sew crooked seams,
Falling on fences, yards and the lawn,
Covering ponds in little white gleams,

Cooling the hair of a waking fawn,
The moon quietly exits the great stardance,
While the sun creeps up into the dawn.

Second Place
Category 1 (ages 9-13):
Pictures Made of Starlight
By Haley Welch

Stars in the night sky, shining bright,
Some forming Virgo The Virgin, tall and lean,
Another Cygnus The Swan, swimming in the moonlight.

Then there's Cancer The Crab, bold and mean,
Snapping his big red claws,
A grouchy creature, but a sight to be seen!

But Hydra The Sea Serpent comes and gobbles up the crab in his great jaws,
Then he throws a piece to Hercules,
Who stands back and watches with awe.

Cassiopeia The Queen sits back and laughs with ease,
Reclined in her chair,
Watching the two, hardly interested in what she sees.

But who should come running but Gemini The Twins, sweet and fair,
Chasing one another,
Skipping and laughing through the night air.

Third Place
Category 1 (ages 9-13):
Light On Water
By Laura Russell

A golden ray of shimmering light
Strikes the water below;
A gentle, misted spotlight.

The glittering sun fairies row
Over each dip and turn and crease
As they dance in the light below.

Small, lightfooted insects with ease
Move over the dappled surface.
The water stirs gently in the breeze.

Slowly, the light filters from the place,
And the sun faires put away their oars.
Until again the water the light doth grace.

Honorable Mention
Category 1 (ages 9-13):
Prism
By Regina Kazanjian

Blue is music, wings, and tears;
Listens, learning patiently.
Clear blue—honest and sincere.

Jewels, salsa, and cherries:
Red dances: gliding and charming.
Maybe coquettish—but still zealous and fiery.

Green is ringing bells and springs
Bursting and leaping in bliss
Fresh and free, Green loves to sing.

Orange is fruit, birdsongs, a kiss;
Orange stuns and lives in delight.
Not always trendy, but stylish.

Christ said “I am the Light.”
We each reflect a fragment of Christ.
He is all colors—white light.

Honorable Mention
Category 1 (ages 9-13):
From the Sea to the East
By Emily Chiles

From the sea to the east slowly rises the sun,
Engendering brilliance on shimmering bays;
In depths darkness triumphed, now warm light has won.

The white shores and beaches receive radiant rays;
A breeze waves long grasses o’er sparking sand.
Now Earth, warm and lit, begins this of all days.

Soon myriad creature will wake ’cross the land;
Graceful does in lush valleys will open their eyes,
And eagles will regally call out, “How grand!”

Now in joyful splendor, the sun seeks to rise;
Until midday, it climbs to it zenith of height,
Erasing all shadows where each mountain lies.

What is this symbol of ceasing of night,
Of majesty, righteousness, knowledge, and love?
I know it could only be one things: Light.

First Place
Category 2 (ages 14-18):
The Alchemist
By Kelly Rose Tillson

You laugh, by current theorem self-assured;
From such as you, ’tis all I can expect.
But harsher persecutions I’ve endured;
No change in my resolve can it effect.
Look here—you see this little lump of lead,
This dull and solid statement of the earth?
The wills and wiles of wiser men now dead
Could not persuade it to increase its worth
And so you scoff because I labor on,
Pursuing still that dream of buried men:
The table of the elements redrawn,
And alchemy to be the weighty pen.
Though failure I have know, to this I hold:
Somehow, I shall transfigure lead to gold!

Second Place
Category 2 (ages 14-18):
Naught Constant
By Rebekah Curry

I feel the daily dark’ning of the Sun,
As his old flame grows colder throughout time;
And ever slower Earth’s gyrations run
Since she was in swift motion at her prime.
Among us, ones we named great wilt and die,
And are laid down to slumber in their graves;
Those who a moment held our fickle eye
Are soon forgotten, no more given praise.
Thus all must change, and all must have an end,
From starts to lofty men to simple blooms;
We find that no things we see will transcend,
But face, and be consigned to their own tombs.
Naught in the same, naught constant will remain,
Unless harsh Time is ousted from his reign.

Third Place
Category 2 (ages 14-18):
The Final Change
By RoseMary Johnson

On every day, from forest, field, or swamp,
We rise to see the morn a different shade,
The well-loved hues of yestereven’s pomp
Forever gone. We note the changes made
By every falling hour, and in our hearts,
We mark with crosses where our failures lie,
And shun the cracks from which a ghost still starts.
We weep o’er withered hopes and, mourning, sigh
For all the dear familiar things now gone—
The hopes and dreams and loves we had of yore,
Each day that has been murdered by the dawn.
Yet changes are but preparation for
One final change, which nothing will efface—
That sleep from which we’ll wake to see His face.

Honorable Mention
Category 2 (ages 14-18):
Today
By Kacie Dalton

We cannot change the past, that is for sure—
No matter how adverse our mem’ries be.
Though we may try, we cannot mold a cure
From sorrow or regret or wishful plea.
Beyond us, still to come, the future lies;
To boast of it we dare not be so bold.
Untouchable, ’tis hidden from our eyes,
Containing tales of life yet to be told.
However, though much time has slipped away,
And years, perhaps, lie waiting at our door,
What of the moments we possess today?
Can we afford to squander any more?
The future, like the past, will fade away—
We have no hope for change except for today.

Honorable Mention
Category 2 (ages 14-18):
The Going Out
By Hannah Elisabeth Landis

They won’t have steps where I am soon to go,
(He liked to jump from the top of these)
They're telling me to leave all that I know
And live with comfort in a place of ease.
My life is here and here it will stay
(The girls would help me Mondays scrub this floor)
When they have me packed and shipped away—
The shutters closed and firmly bolt the door.
For I—m too old to start again from new,
(My Joe imagined monsters from that crack)
so let them do what they think best to do,
But once I’ve left I won't be coming back.
Yet it’s a good and peaceful way to die—
I’m walking through my house to say goodbye.