In celebration of National Poetry Month, the Thayer Memorial Library, friend and host extraordinaire to the  Seven Bridge Writers’ Collaborative, sponsered a poetry competition in partnership with the local schools.  Students at the Mary Rowlandson Elementary School, the Luther Burbank Middle School, and Nashoba Regional High School were invited to submit their poems, to be displayed in the library’s beautiful rotunda, and judged by writers and SBWC  founders,  Paula Castner, Anne Frantz, Hollis Shore, and Winona Wendth.

 

Poetry is an exploration, both of language and of self.  It is the way I create myself, said the Finnish poet, Edith Sodergran.  For me my poems are a way to me.  And we at Seven Bridge were thrilled with the number of young writers willing to share of themselves and their work.  We congratulate all who submitted, and thank all the library staff, teachers, and worskhop leaders who made this event possible.  The branches of the poetry tree are wide indeed.

 

FIRST GRADE

FIRST PLACE: 

THE WIND

The wind blows the water down the lane

The leaves fly down from the trees

You blow from the grass

You blow beyond the hills

You blow past houses and cities

            Carolyn Pinto, grade 1

 

SECOND PLACE:

TRUCKS

make roads

bring ice cream

haul loads

honking horns

I love trucks.

Rory Schartner, grade 1

 

THIRD PLACE:

FUN

When I have fun

I jump and run.

Video games are super neat

but being outside is a real treat.

At the end of the day

when I go to bed

happy thoughts are in my head.

George Luisa, grade 1

 

SECOND GRADE

FIRST PLACE:

I CLING TO YOU

I cling to you like metal to a magnet.

Your heart of beauty,

your song of gold.

I love you.

            Noelle Chandley, grade 2

 

SECOND PLACE:

WINTER POEM

darkest forest nights

lovely promises

evening sounds

frozen house

easy snow

miles go

I really enjoyed writing this poem,

But it’s time for me to go.

Melissa Cerioni, grade 2

 

THIRD PLACE:

DOWN COMES THE RAIN

drip, drop, drippy, drop

down comes the rain

falling nonstop

drip, drop, drippy, drop.

Splash!

Elizabeth Norton, grade 2

 

THIRD GRADE:

FIRST PLACE:

THE ANGRY BEE

I raked a big dog.

The dog had a bonnet,

the bonnet had a bee,

and that bee was angry.

It played the fiddle,

which made screeching sounds,

and that bee did not give up.

Next he brought a goldfish,

which had on a mask.

“That’s it,” I said.

But just then

my wristwatch shouted,

“Yoo Hoo!”

So I jumped and landed on top

of the bee,

and I tell you,

that’s the last time

I rake a dog.

            Colleen Lynch, grade 3

 

SECOND PLACE:

EASTER

Eggs… colors, pastels, stripes, dots

Animals… ducklings, lambs, chickens, bunnies

Spring… bright, cheerful, warm

Tulips… lilies, pansies, crocus

Easter baskets… jelly beans, peeps, chocolate eggs

Religion… church, prayer, sacrificing

Lauren DiTullio, grade 3

 

THIRD PLACE:

CHET

There once was a gecko named Chet.

He’s the best pet you could ever get.

He never has to go to the vet.

He’s scaly and spotted and on the smaller side.

During the day he’s on the hide.

He snags crickets left and right.

He eats mealworms every other night.

Sometimes he might give you a fright!

Michael DiTullio, grade 3

 

FOURTH GRADE:

FIRST PLACE:

LIFE IS LIKE A STREAM

A stream is born on a mountain

Down the mountain it flows

Venturing into the world, growing as it goes

Everyone combined with others to form a river

Never stopping growing, more joining

Together making a community of life

Unfazed by life’s difficulties

Resting at a lake, sea, or Ocean

Everyone together as one

Where the adventure really begins

Jonathan Castner, grade 4

 

SECOND PLACE:

TREES LIKE LIFE

Trees sway like life,

bending in the breeze of danger.

Wind whispers like time,

telling you secrets of the past.

Sun blazes like luck,

either behind a cloud

or beating down

giving light and heat.

 

Grass rolls on hills like fire,

swaying in the wind of wonder.

Mountains stand like wealth and power,

tall and might in their wake.

Ocean crashes like temptation,

pulling you in with its mighty tide.

 

Trees stand like us,

bending in the breeze of danger.

James Erickson, grade 4

 

THIRD PLACE:

SKI RACING

Zoom

You race through the gates

turning and churning

down the hill

like a race car

speeding through a course

Your skis start wobbling

Your body is jiggling

You’re losing control

Then suddenly

CRASH!

Skis go sailing

Poles perish

You are airborne

Erik Fish, grade 4

 

HONORABLE MENTION:

LOOKING FOR WILDLIFE

Nashua river trip

red canoes in the water

looking for wildlife

Jack Doherty, grade 4

 

HONORABLE MENTION:

SNOW

Snow

Is

Falling

Down

Putting plants to bed

with the outside white.

Tiny flowers from the sky

make you say, “My, oh, my!”

It’s a winter wonderland.

Snow

Snow

Snow

Michelle Nguyen, grade 4

 

FIFTH GRADE:

FIRST PLACE:

THE FIRST BREATH OF SPRING

I look out my window at the foggy rainy day

as the mountains of snow suck the rain in

like giant sponges thirsty for water

 

I cross my fingers and patiently wait for spring

I silently sit staring out waiting for the weather to change

 

The next morning I wake up to the sounds of the birds chirping

not the noisy rain that prickly pats on my window

 

I change my clothes to a spring time skirt

I open the window and the silent wind tickles my hair as it sways in the breeze

 

I walk outside with no coat the sun smiling in the sky

The snow is no more than a puddle on this day

The neighbor’s dog sits on the front porch basking in the sun

 

The flowers bounce up as if army troops thats enemy has retreated

The dew on the grass slides down to the thawed earth

 

I look around and take a long breath

The first breath of

Spring

Elise DiTullio, grade 5

 

SECOND PLACE:

SPORTS

fun, cool, afterschool, goal, score

wanting more, shoot, pass, all over

mass, rink, field, no need to

yield, games, practices, knowing

tactics, cleats, shoes, easily bruise

Jonathan Maki, grade 5

 

THIRD PLACE:

NATURE

Nature creeks, croaks, hisses, hums,

bangs, rains, sings, drums…

And that is music to my ears.

Rowan Beary, grade 5

 

HONORABLE MENTION:

THE SPIDER PRANK

I pulled a prank

It involved a rubber spider

I did it to my Aunt Kider

I put the spider on a string

I lowered it down from up high

From the staircase I watched

Victory was mine

It hit Aunt Kider’s shoulder

Made her jump, made her scream

Now I want a bagel with cream cheese

Kaela Hollister, grade 5

 

MIDDLE SCHOOL:

FIRST PLACE:

CHANGING

A ball of yarn becomes a scarf.

A pup becomes a dog.

A bowl of cherries turns to pie.

A tree becomes a log.

A log becomes a rocking chair.

Mud turns to stone.

An acorn grows into a tree.

A body fades to bone.

Summer bows to winter.

An egg becomes a snake.

A stranger once is now a friend.

Ice becomes a lake.

A giggle grows into a laugh.

Weak turn into strong.

A house becomes a cozy home.

An old dream turns to song.

A pile of twigs becomes a nest.

A thought becomes a book.

Our world is changing every day,

everywhere you l ook,

no matter what.

Eva Rapoza, grade 8

 

SECOND PLACE:

MIDDLE EARTH

precious silver

precious gold

precious gems

of dwarves so old

 

eleven bows twanging

through the forest serene

moving quickly

past leaves green

 

the powerful beings

wizards wise

shall protect the world

from its demise

 

the blades of kings

weapon of power and might

ranks of men behind it

through their dangerous plight

 

fiery dragons

take precious things

traveling swiftly

through air by wing

 

orcish blades merciless

their skin charred

through many battles fought

their faces forever scarred

Peter Harris, grade 6

 

THIRD PLACE:

REALITY

Don’t you feel the breeze

Coming off the lake with ease

Horses are neighing

People are hey-ing

The grass spans to the skies

The grass and skies are canvas to our eyes

What about mountains, what about them

The ones farther out are the size of a thumb

I’m spiraling up

Because reality woke me up

Joel Culkins, grade 8

 

HIGH SCHOOL:

FIRST PLACE:

NOT AT ALL

How beautiful, to be alive,

so full of life, so full of drive.

So much promise up ahead,

I can hardly wait to leave my bed.

 

Yet as I try to sit up straight,

I feel above me, a sickening weight.

The weight becomes too much to bear,

so I lie back down, give up, and stare.

 

but as the hours pass I begin to fear,

that ugly future, coming near.

I scream out a desperate cry,

“What is that thing, coming nigh!”

but the only response is in my head,

and suddenly my hope becomes dread,

as I feel the future closing near,

That ugly thing I once held dear.

 

And now the future is the present,

sickly, black and repugnant.
And now in my final hour,

as I slowly wilt like a flower,

I know that I deserve this fate,

I deserve every ounce of my hate.

Because while I could not stand,

I could have tried to crawl,

but I didn’t try, not at all.

James Keats, grade 12     

 

SECOND PLACE:

TORNADO

A Tornado is like a child

On the move thrashing things about

Like a child on a sugar rush

Picking things up and slamming them down

 

A Tornado is like a Merry-Go-Round

Whirling all about

Like an amuseent ride

Spinning round and round

 

A Tornado is like a fan

Blowing things down

Like a fan

Knocking a house of cards down

 

A Tornado is like a child

Calming down from a rampage

Dissappearing slowly leaving its tale

Benjamin French, grade 10

 

THIRD PLACE:

THE BEST

On the inside, it’s a pretty weird feeling

I’m feeling like I’m high as a ceiling

But I’m just excited over dealing with

The love of my life, who’s leaving with

My worries and problems, and happiness

 

Asking her out is just like flying a kite

But watch out for trees, and remember the “Old Spice”

It’s hard doing this, hard as ice

Hard as many other things, that for this, may not suffice

 

But it’s also a heavy competition

Some may call it love, others an addiction

But vigilance is present

Because the we need the fiction

 

We need the creativity

The lack of that is what kills the city

As a matter of fact I’d rather have it living

So I could reign over it, and take her as my queen

 

Some day in the future

When I lose her

I’ll regret my stillness I expressed

For she was my prize, like a pirate to a treasure chest

And if there’s anything I must confess

It’s that you DID look good in that dress

You HAD shown me finesse

And above all, I thought of you as the best

Bernard Joseph, Grade 9