3-5th Grade PoemsHonorable Mention - 3 awardees Ava Luangkesorn “Free Prayer Flies to God” Third Place The Fish That Dreamed
Blooming Through
Hope
6-8th Grade PoemsHonorable Mention - 4 awardees Addie Wireman – “The Wish”
It Could Be Bad Maybe it’s not meant to be Maybe today is the day That insecurities are no longer A new day Is to be As those who compose fields Save for a fell-ill farmer To be the farmer But work is hard Yet to see the sunrise And thus, For when the sun is up It’s worth remembering
Soaring High Into the Sky
Me and my grandma would fold paper cranes everyday, The warm sunlight from the window, begging to play Each crane we folded was a new life created That everywhere there was happiness decorated The bright colors of the small but powerful paper a symbol that there is a hope like this around, Only just waiting to be found The stillness of the crane perched on my hand, gave me tranquility soft like sand It seems like we could’ve done this forever, Until we found out my grandma had stage 4 cancer. My mom would cry at the dinner table, Her hands trembling as if unstable My dad would be on the phone, Attached to it like a fresh-baked scone I watched them with my untouched math problems in my lap, The crane I was folding begging to flap I looked at the crane and thought of my grandma, Her warm smile and soft hands melting away all of my worries And instead I think of all the great memories we had, And knew that my grandma would be mad at my acting so sad So I picked up the crane and folded it finally, Perching it on the table as if my grandma was there I stared at it for a while and then started to smile, Because I knew that this crane didn’t mean the end; it meant a new beginning. – 1 year later – We stepped into the same glass door we did before, Instead of sadness feeling a glow of galore We walked fast to the room that awaited our gift, My grandmother, who just conquered cancer My mom and dad talked to the doctor, While me and grandma walked out the door The door that had doomed us, consumed us but now, nothing but pure happiness allowed And then I stepped out with her Hand in hand, as we faced the cloudless sky I looked at my grandma, who’s smile was soft as heather We looked at each other and at that moment, All of the cranes we had folded together Blossomed from behind us Flying high into the sky, Our one wish being granted, colors swarming all around us Our sacred hope being unleashed into the wild. First Place by Ella Studenovsky Paper and Pen
Hope Walking into a warm cabin After the blizzard, Hypnotized By the mellow sound of nonexistence. Paper and Pen Sit still in the room waiting to be used - The only thing to do in this bland room. They used to write stories And draw pictures And make words come to life. The tiny room became big, More grand than its limited space. The paper is almost full. 9-12th Grade PoemsHonorable Mention - 9 awardees Abigail Leigh –“A Letter on a February Day”
Community Garden
Acadia’s
Here’s To La Ciencia Emigrante
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