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2020 Winning Poems

Winners of the 2020 Annual Literacy Volunteers Poetry Contest

 

Why? by Margeret Bremner, age 8, First Place, Farmington

I sit down,

Then I look around,

At the bright blue sky.

I bring my thoughts back to myself,

As I wonder...why?

I watch an ant scuttle by,

With all its stealth.

I look back up at the sky,

Like the answer is written in the clouds,

As I wonder….why?

 

The Tree   by Xavier Judkins, age 10, Second Place, Chesterville

 There in the garden it lays

  day after day it stays,

  There in the ground rain goes,

  sucking it up with it's toes,

  This is a moral of a tree

   and what it's supposed to be

 

Great Grammie  by Avery Pratt, Third Place, Strong

You remind me of 

A sloth and The sound of chimes in the morning 

And the word great 

You are very intelligent! You remind me of a sloth as you are

A very sweet, calm Grammie With a whole bowl 

Of honey On the table.

 

A Crazy Dream   by Katrina Machetta, age 15, First Place

I have a dream.

People say dreams are like wishes from the heart

but to me my dream is tomorrow’s reality.

I never understood why people thought my dream was crazy

until I laughed at my friend’s dream just as crazy as mine.

I put it on a dream board but realized I was living someone else’s.

I wish for a miracle but realize my life is one

like locking a firefly in a jar and expecting its light to shine

from Moscow to New York.

I want to scream but sometimes the speakers are broken.

I want to look into the mirror and see the person I want to be

not the one I am destined to be.

Maybe I don’t want to be the director this time

but the star that shines brighter than the whole galaxy.

I don’t want to be the final draft on Grammarly.

I want to be the perfect original that no one sees.

I dream a thousand dreams

but somehow I know this is the right one.

 

Untitled, by Alyana Savage, Second Place

My name means “eternal blossom”  

My hair is black like a raven 

My eyes brown like mud on a gloomy, rainy day 

My lips are tinted with a slight red pigment 

Freckles splattered all over my face 

Like white paint on a black canvas to look like stars

This is my appearance on the outside 

But what am I like on the inside 

Is my imagination like the drawing pages of a three year old

Circles, lines, the colors pink, blue, 

Just a random assortment of worldly goods 

Are my dreams the fantasies I can't seem to reach because I'm stuck in a place called depression 

Is my heart actually cracked like the ice in antarctica

Shattered by so many heart breaks a girl my age shouldn't have to experience  

Is my body actually as empty as it feels 

Is my soul just pitch black like a dark night in the forest 

In that dark forest is there light from the moon or is all hope lost for the little creatures that live there 

I don't know who I am inside, I know who I look like on the outside  

I look like a girl who knows who she wants to be when she is older 

I look like a girl who is confident in what she wears because she looks like a girl from a seventies show

I look like a girl who smiles and laughs at everything because she is supposedly happy

That girl knows who she is

  That girl is a part of me but she isn't all of me

She is the ying to my yang 

She is my other half 

I don't know how to connect the two puzzle pieces to make one beautiful masterpiece 

I don’t know the person I am 

And that scares me          



C.I.R.E.F.  by Alexandria Tripp, Third place, Madrid

With each passing moment  I spend alone 

Something inside me dies

When I'm with my friends, time always flies 

But when I'm alone.

The voices find their way in

They taunt and tease and call out in spite 

I built up walls

Just to keep them out 

But something as simple as an argument 

Causes the walls to crumble

And allows the voices in 

Once again 

I wonder.

When will this end?

When will the voices leave me in peace

One day... one day 

Years later, the voices leave

Because I found something better

With my friends by my side 

And a family of my own 

I am finally home

 

Spring  by Mikayla Brown, First place, W. Farmington

Blustering winds

Red cheeks

Runny noses

Leaves blowing this way and that

Wait! What leaves?! 

None are on the trees

Crunch crunch

Under your feet

Careful not to fall!

 

 

 

Done For Her  by Chenoa Jackson, Second place

Her father disappeared

One day into the mists

Never to be seen again.

She never really understood

The reason why

Or where he went

Just that he had received a call

He had hugged her

Told her he loved her

And that he would protect the country

So she would be safe

But he had never returned 

The old oak door opens

To welcome the one

Who has raised her 

As his own

Since she was five.

His hands are worn

From hours of work

That he does for her

So she can live

A better life

He wants something better

For his growing niece

The one who is

Like a daughter to him

The one that makes him happy.

He always brightens

When he sees her 

Smiling to welcome him home

He's tired, worn

But he tries hard

To not let it show

But she sees it

Before he even comes in

His shoulders straighten

His expression changes

He becomes happier

Just seeing her smile.

 

Morning alone, by Joseph Austin,  Farmington

Fire burns in the wood stove

Appliances hum.

Through the window, trees are in silhouette.

Sun is rising.

A fullness envelops me.

I am alone,

Yet feel a part of something.

There is no feeling of loneliness.

I watch the skyline,

Wanting the light to stay as it is,

Breaking dawn.

Shortly, day will be upon us.

The light pink sky,

It takes me away.

Sitting in a Rangeley boat,

Coaxing brook trout from the waters of the Kennebago.

The perfect time of day,

No pressure.

The show hasn’t begun,

Just sitting in the theatre, alone, watching the preview,

Pink sky, purple clouds,

Quiet except for the birds.

I recall the chickadees from my walk in the woods yesterday.

I was alone,

And yet, I was not.

 

 Not Knowing , by Anna Crocket, First place, Jay

The words to me 

Was  just letters 

 On a piece of paper or in a book

 I didn't if they were a      

 vowel or consonant

Trying to sound them out

Did not know how to sound out words      

I memorize some words

I could say  words

Try to spell them out

I wrote the words over    

and over

Misspelled words all the time

Then I started learning

That words have sounds

There is consonants and vowels

 Know the difference 

Between vowels and consonants

They make words

 How to sounds out words

It's hard

I  know how to read

now

The letters are not just letters 

On a piece of paper

They make up a word

 

My Amazing МОМ   by Liz Hodgkins, Second Place, Jay

Gentle, Kind

Always on my mind

loving, Caring

Always Charming 

Helpful and true

She helps me when Im blue

busy as a bee

But always there for me 

Loves me more then what I can see

Stuck with four

But always cleaning the floor 

Always a Cleaner

But also a Believer

 

 

Wish You Were Here  by Mary Jordan, Third place, Livermore Falls

Wish you were here

here Bye our side forever and ever.

We are really sad you

die And we don't understand 

why. We wish you were

here. So we can tell each

other secrets and to say

we will be alright. We

wish you were here. Your

family is okay we can take it day

bye day. We wish you were

here: not sure why you Had to go But it was

your time so see you again my love.

 

 

Mother, May I Revolution by Andre Cormier, First place

The May wind is gusting its guts out,

the geek-gone rage, old man winter whispers

turned to the wind of the wolf's lungs huffing and puffing,

your little house down, your backyard bbq

celebration of green overcoming brown,

blown from your mind with the leaves of fall

that hurtle decomposed, ticker-ticker-tisk

through fresh blades of grass and ephemeral flowers,

zombies in the jet stream 

of seasonal pendulum swing.

 

Chirps of birds and frogs, fowl and amphibian,

swallowed in the rush and lust of equilibrium,

Awakening stalled by a shout of life

stolen breath and polar vortex, pouring from exhausted lungs.

Awakening stalled, its revival from autumnal bookmark,

its catalyst of equinox all undone,

smothered in 3 inches of feathery wet flakes of snow.

One more reminder that cycles can be disrupted,

anomalies can be deadly;

A sharp, but jagged incision in the cloak of normalcy,

where the winds of violent change find their opening.

May 9, 2020

 

What Caused It, by Nancy Romines Walters, Second place

the trigger in this context

more precious than gold

and elusive as fresh air on Mars 

 

and me a pacifist already loathing

all guns including their triggers

now with twice the reason to melt

them all down 

part by part

in a fiery cauldron, roiling and molten

till all triggers are gone and then, from formless

recast into spines for strength and ladders for climbing

or the strongest of guide wires for following back

from where one was shot to

without will or warning

bloodlessly

suddenly 

hapless 

absent 

gone 

 

 

wherever you've been 

hello, you were missed

you are back 

 

we are here 

hello.

 

reflection  by Dave Mitchel, Third place, Farmington

I get further away from my children every day

Our own expanding universe, with a Big Bang beginning

Once I was the Sun, with them firm in my grasp 

Now they are satellites out wandering, exploring, sending back pictures 

And I'm cooling down with less need of heat 

The other orbiters cold and dead anyway

But moons remain, so faithful, relying on reflection

Seeming to change but only tricking the eye

Going in and out of the shadows I desire 

So I'll continue to move until another Sun pulls me away 

Pulls me apart 

Shares me with the lonely universe 

And if I'm lucky, a small part will remain 

A faithful moon, ducking in and out of blessed shadow

Relying on reflection