Youth Poetry Contest Winners Announced!
The winner of the Youth Poetry Contest for the grade division 5-8 is Avi S. and the winner of the grade division 9-12 is Laken L. Our Teen Advisory Board would like to congratulate both winners and thank all our entrants this year. Both poems are reprinted here for your enjoyment.
The Rescue of Drew
by Avi S. (Grade 5-8 Division)
There once was a fighter pilot who loved to fly
He loved to fly high in the sky
His name is Drew
His plane call sign for this mission is Basher three-two.
Over Bosnia, Captain Drew is flying in his F-16.
He sees a SAMring on his screen
As a missle hits,
His plane is blown to bits
He ejects and goes down
Eventually he hits the ground
He is hunted by the Bosnian Serbs
With the lack of food, he has to eat herbs
He uses his snare
But fails to catch even a single hare
He sits in his hiding spot where he is not in sight
He only does it when it's bright
At night he finds a place to use his radio from his position
He tries to get people on a rescue mission
Eventually, he sees Boeing CH-46 Sea Knights
They were on a rescue mission and to Drew, were a joyful sight.
He shot up a flare as he was told to
In came the rescue crew
After traveling across the Atlantic, he reached America thankfully
He is welcomed home by his overjoyed family
( A color poem)
by Laken L. (Grade 9-12 Division)
Remember that day?
Frigid air nipped at exposed skin. Coated our lungs with a mid winter chill. Seeped
through sweaters and jackets. Bare branches stiffly swayed to the howl of the wind, dark
and brittle against the January sky.
Mud splattered converse kept time to a beat. My hand tightly gripped yours; afraid to let
go, and happy to have something to hold. Street lights threw amber light
across the trees
across my features
across the ground before me.
Walking beside me; leather leash in hand. Eyes like chocolate; hair to match. A dusting
of dormant summer freckles across your nose. The dog trotted blithely beside us; a fluff
of caramel curls. Remember that?
Music notes buzzed in my ears. Stars poked through the fabric of night, and we stared
at them from the driveway.
You pulled me into a hug, pressing me against your brown sweater. The music swelled,
matching the thump of two heartbeats. Crescendoing into a symphony that only we
could hear. Lacing the air with vibrating warmth.
You left a smile stuck on my face.
And I left a song stuck in your head.