Poetry Contest Winners 2010

In celebration of Poetry Month in April, the Hub Zemke library held a poetry contest in the following divisions:
1st-4th grade, 5th-8th grade, 9th-12th grade & adult.

Thank you for all those that supported this years event!

First Place, 1st - 4th Grade - 2010
Julianna Grace Boggs (age 6)

“Bunny”

I know a bunny that has two teeth
And her name is Julianna Grace
She likes to run, runs so fast
One day she won a race!

Though two teeth is all she has
In the garden she will chew
(As everyone knows)
Lettuce, radishes, carrots and strawberries too!

Second Place, 1st - 4th Grade - 2010
Justice R.N. Boggs (age 8)

“Ben-Ten”

Ben Ten is bold and brave.
Every morning he evicts the evil aliens with his omnitricks.
No one knows where he goes, when Wildmutt follows his nose.
Enemies, enemies everywhere Ben, Gwen and Kevin are always there.
Never does his enemy, Vilgacks rest; now Ben knows he must do his best.

First Place, 5th - 8th Grade - 2010
Elise Nehring

“Mother”

I'm so glad I have a mother
Sweet and tall and always able

Cares for you when you are sad
And helps you through the very bad

Sings you songs and reads you books
And even helps you when you cook

Tucks you into bed at night
and always says your smart and bright

Warms you up when you are cold
Says your better than any gold

I'm so glad I have a mother
Cause she'll be there more than any other

Second Place, 5th - 8th Grade - 2010
Jordyn F. Boggs (age 12)

“Turtles”

Slow and steady are the Turtles
Moving like a snail,
But steady are the Turtles
Sleeping in the pail!

In the morning, playing in the stream
Catching little fish,
Isn’t it supreme?
Yum-yum what a dish!

The Turtles are big and small
The little one is the size of an eye
A huge snapping Turtle the size of an exercise ball
Why does a snapping Turtle, snap why?

The Turtles love to go their own way
Crunch, munch, crunch, munch they chew
Some eat fish but don’t like hay
But some eat the leaves with dew!

First Place, 9th - 12th Grade - 2010
Rachel Johnson

“Concentration”

Wake up
My body aches
I haven’t eaten in days
My body is changing
What used to be hard, lean muscle
Is now all skin and bones

The grimy mud
Sticks to my feet as I walk around the camp
Giving me disease and rotten skin
They gave me shoes
But they don’t last very long
It’s the only pair I’ll get
And they’re already gone

The air
Filled with pollutants
And the smell of the dead
Rotting corps
Thick as smoke
Makes me gag

Just yesterday
I met a friend
Who worked, tossing bodies into a pit of fire
He died yesterday
Said he couldn’t take it
He would rather die than work at such a job

Today I get to take a shower
My first one in three weeks
At least I thought it was a shower
There were hundreds of us
We were all crowded together, naked
Some old some young
They come to pour the water
But this time it’s different
They have things covering their
Eyes, nose and mouth
They grab a bucket and dump powder on us
At first nothing happens
They close and lock the hatch door
We start coughing, our throats burn
Our skin starts to boil
One by one we fall
All at my feet
Me the last one, I finally give out and collapse on them

They sit outside the door laughing
So inhumane
Do they not hear us screaming?
Fighting for our lives

Tomorrow there will be a new batch
Of fresh bodies
Young and old
To poison, to experiment on

If only someone could hear us
If anyone can hear us
What’s wrong with me?
I’m no different from you
If we could make peace
The suffering would cease

First Place, Adult - 2010
Cammy Nehring

“Children in Winter”

Pitter patter
Sound the feet
Children running
Through the street

Cheery laughter
Rosy cheek
Fun and frolic
Friends to meet

Jackets buttoned
To their chins
Fur encircles
Happy grins

Not a worry
Not a care
Games to play
News to share

Shuffling scuffling
Sound the feet
Snow is falling
In the street

Shouts of joy
And glee ring out
Children scamper
All about

Scraping sliding
Sleds are found
Thrust upon
The whitened ground

To the hill top
Sleds in tow
Children singing
As they go

Second Place, Adult - 2010
Lt. Melissa Croy

“You can feel the memory…”

You can feel the memory,
On a warm summer’s day.
When the sun whispers through the fields
And you are caressed
By a sweet melody from the breeze

With eyes half closed
Absorbing streams, air, and wind
You find yourself inhaling the breeze
As it gradually captures your consciousness
Opening up to a dream

The clouds above beckon
Calling you to join them
Its ecstacy, a rush
To rise above this world
Overcoming the stains of the earth

The melody carries you endlessly
You are fueled by one simple song