Congratulations to the Winners 
of the 2016 
Seven Bridge Writers’ Collaborative
 Student Poetry Contest
 
Painting of Emily Dickinson by William Rock and Calligraphy by Huang Xiang
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. 
                                    Emily Dickinson

A word from this year’s Judge,
Christian Reifsteck, author of Turning Turf
 

It was an honor and pleasure to be asked to judge the Seven Bridge poetry contest, which had numerous quality submissions.  While it was fun to read your poems, it was difficult to choose the winners because there was something special in each poem that was submitted.  Poems are like people in that way:  each one has good qualities, something special, or a unique way of looking at the world.

Whether you wrote your poem because your teacher made you or because it was fun or you just wanted to win, I encourage you to keep writing poems.  If you found something special in your experience of writing a poem, then you have found something special within yourself, and fostering that feeling is an important part of life.  Each of us is special, and each of us has interesting things to say, which means that we can all create poems that people will want to read.

Thank you for allowing me to read your poems, and best wishes for your writing!

 
 
 
FIRST GRADE 
FIRST PLACE: 
The Winter Night 
It was a snowy night
The wind blew and blew some snow away
A snowshoe hare ran across the snow
There was a light in a tree the hare was running to
No one knew why
Maela Griffin, grade 1 
 
SECOND PLACE: 
I Like to Move It 
I like to move with the wind
I like to move with my dreams
I like to move with my heart
Lillian Principe, grade 1 
 
THIRD PLACE: 
Water 
Water, water is a thing
It is so good, you can drink
It is the one thing that
Nothing is better
Just drink water
Ryan Carr, grade 1 
 
HONORABLE MENTION: 
1 2 3 
1-2-3
Climb a tree
1-2-3
Sing with me
1-2-3
Will you be my friend?
Lily Kifer, grade 1
HONORABLE MENTION: 
1 2 3 
1-2-3
Look at me
1-2-3
The rain is raining down on me
1-2-3
The rainbow is shining on me
1-2-3
I’m hanging from a banana tree
Maddy Krikorian, grade 1
SECOND GRADE 
FIRST PLACE: 
Sick 
I’ve spotted 16 chicken pox,
Now that’s 17.
My elbow aches,
My body bakes.
I think I have a broken leg,
My hair is falling out,
and I’m going blind in my right eye.
I have a green face.
What?
What’s that you say?
It’s Saturday?!
Good-bye!
I’m going out to play!
Eleanor Daly, grade 2
SECOND PLACE: 
Dig A Hole 
If you want to dig a hole
Make it deep
Make it wide
Add some water
Like a tide
Patrick Lynch, grade 2 
 
THIRD PLACE: 
Living In Life 
Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring
So much stuff to do.
Grow up and up,
Older and older.
Be what you like!
Either you’re a boy or a girl,
Be what you like.
Life is just like a time machine.
Nathan Allison, grade 2 
 
HONORABLE MENTION: 
The Rainbow 
The rainbow is pretty
like the red roses.
The orange is ripe
as the inside of a sweet potato.
The yellow is as bright as the sun.
The green is like the grass.
The blue is like the sky.
Last but not least,
purple is like a beautiful flower,
big and bloomed.
Ava Duvarney, grade 5 
 
THIRD GRADE: 
FIRST PLACE: 
Moonlight on Water 
Moonlight on the water shines so white and bright,
I see it from my window in the middle of the night.
Moonlight on the water forms a bridge from shore to shore,
stretching far and endless to a place I’ve never been before.
Then a man who is short and rough walks on the bridge
like a man who’s tough.
He walks across the bridge and then stops the end.
He keeps going on, but how?
He walks on the moonlight, that same starry night.
Gracie Reisner, grade 3 
 
SECOND PLACE: 
Horses Can 
Horses can be your very best friend.
Horses can be ridden well.
Horses can be your pal until the very end.
Horses can be showed.
Horses can be the best.
If you just listen here,
I’ll tell you why they are.
Horses are the very best.
This is why they are,
You can love them and care about them,
And they will surely give you the same.
This is why they are.
I hope you agree.
Emily Schexnaydre, grade 3 
 
THIRD PLACE: 
Ice Cream 
Ice cream is a nice dream.
Ice cream makes me scream scream.
Vanilla and caramel make a very good team.
Ice cream that’s good makes me beam.
I like it cold. I like it bold.
I will even like it when I’m old.
Riley Forhan, grade 3 
 
FOURTH GRADE: 
FIRST PLACE: 
Books 
A land of stories where tales are told
lies history and mystery
of those young and old
The treasure inside is wonderful
so give it a true look
The magic that these tales are
is called a book
Sofia Doucette, grade 4 
 
SECOND PLACE: 
Cape Cod 
Dear Cape Cod,
The roses and daisies and sunflowers, too.
I had to leave you a year ago.
I had to leave
the beautiful waves, and seagulls, too.
I had to leave
the beautiful weather.
I had to leave
the bridge that leads to you.
I had to leave
the path we always took.
I had to leave
the sparkling sand.
I had to leave
the sunset colored shells.
But most of all, I had to leave you.
Anna McCarthy, grade 4 
 
THIRD PLACE: 
Geckos 
Geckos, geckos everywhere,
One might be in your hair!
Oh, no… one licked Mr. Blare!
Geckos, geckos, one bit me.
I think one ate my cricket, Billy Gee!
Geckos, geckos everywhere,
45 of them on my chair!
Geckos, geckos everywhere,
One at Trump and his hair!
Geckos, geckos everywhere,
One is is now president and one flies through the air!
Geckos, geckos everywhere,
They took down the human race and are keeping pace!!
Geckos, geckos everywhere, going to Mars,
And that one ate my chocolater bar!!
WAHHHHHHHHH! (they’re coming….)
Michael DiTullio, grade 4 
 
HONORABLE MENTION: 
Volcano 
You stay
asleep all these
years
Everyone thinks you’re
a sleeping giant
but now you
Woke up!
Andrew Malkowski, grade 4 
 
FIFTH GRADE: 
FIRST PLACE: 
Call of the Mountain 
There it stands, Towering, Menacing, Daring us to climb
Standing there all alone against the sunrise
It’s snow capped peak points up to heave
There it stands, there it stands, all alone, there it stands
There on the mountainside a river flows
Swiftly down as the pale sun gleams
Over rock, cliff, and packed down earth
There it flows, there it flows, swiftly down, there it flows
There the plants and trees will grow
Tall and high as the sun spikes
They will the water, ground and sky
There they grow, there they grow, tall and high, there they grow
There the birds and beast all sing
A mournful song as the sun begins to set
Of times long ago and yet to come
There they sing, there they sing, a mournful song, there they sing
There the song will never end
Though sound will cease and night will fall
There the song goes on evermore
Never end, never end, there the song, will never end
Jonathan Castner, grade 5 
 
SECOND PLACE: 
Dragon Wings Glitter Bright 
Dragon wings glittering bright
A thing of glory, of strength, of might
As the shape flies overhead
Its fire drains the dark from night.
Hunting at the break of dawn
A massive shape within the sky
There at first and, after, gone
Grasping prey and filled with pride.
Eyes filled with a yellow glow
Heating scales burn through the snow
Twist and glide about cirrus clouds
Mountains, rivers, far below.
Allie Hunter, grade 5 
 
THIRD PLACE: 
To Make A Poem 
To make a poem,
you need to walk through your door,
you need to listen to the elephant trumpeting,
To make a poem you need to ride the elephant’s back.
To make a poem,
you need to walk through your door,
you need to listen to the waves,
To make a poem you need to swim in the salty ocean.
To make a poem,
you need to walk through your door,
you need to listen to the trees sway,
To make a poem you need to climb up the tree.
To make a poem,
You need to walk through your door,
You need to walk with the tall giraffes,
To make a poem you need to ride on the neck of the giraffe.
To make a poem,
you need to walk through your door,
you need to listen,
To make a poem you need to imagine.
Emily Cote, grade 5 
 
HONORABLE MENTION: 
Summer 
Summer
Summer what
a bummer it is the
fourth of July. Family
promised to make a pie they
didn’t. Summer Summer what
a bummer my god we had to
plummer. My little cousin shot an
ILLEGAL
firework down the toilet the water is
boiling the water is broiling now all we
have is scorching hot water my family is
good my family is great
all good families make
some % bad % mistakes
Zack Frommer, grade 5 
 
MIDDLE SCHOOL: 
FIRST PLACE: 
Bag of Dreams 
She carries a bag of dreams for sale,
and she leaps across the land of mind
managing our nighttime thoughts.
People unconsciously buy them
night after night…
until we are left broke
and all that is left of our slumber
is a black blur of nothingness.
We are left without the remembrance
of our dreams
sold by a girl who leaps
across our thoughts.
A blur of a night,
at the beginning of a day,
because of the little girl,
who ran away.
Sophia Atkins, grade 6 
 
SECOND PLACE: 
Treasures 
Don’t let looks deceive you:
there are treasures hidden underneath,
Small relics,
From Mother Nature herself,
as hands reach into the cold, dark sand,
digging up a thousand memories.
Don’t let looks deceive you:
there are treasures hidden within,
the currency of memories,
catching fireflies under a blanket of stars,
the hot sand burning our feet,
our sun-kised faces from rebellious “no sunscreen” beliefs,
are worth a thousand lifetimes.
Bridget Bailey, grade 6 
 
THIRD PLACE: 
Drink of Your Dreams 
It sits there
Silent
Still
Shiny
It sits there
Empty
It wasn’t always empty
But it is now
It was once filled with
The drink of your dreams
A smoothie
Some juice
Even a soda
Whatever it has to be
But it’s empty now
Haley May, grade 7
HONORABLE MENTION: 
Imperfections 
We fall
We scream
We cry
We wish
To the point where our soul shatters
Broken into a million pieces
We seek for others to pick them up
But when we search too long and hard
The pieces begin to melt
They burn it into our souls and mind that the world is nothing but
Forsaking Darkness
We’re lost in the unfairness of it all
Nothing is fair
We all break
Fall on our knees before our past
FallScreamCryWish
We want people to carry us away from it all
But it is not until we realize that only we
Can be be the ones to carry ourselves through life with a smile
That our imperfections make us whole
Margo Sonia, grade 6
HIGH SCHOOL: 
FIRST PLACE: 
glaciate 
don’t let it subside while drifting off
while a dream takes flight
feeling like a ball of yarn left on a shelf
from a few winters back that can’t seem to make a scarf
but kept because the hope always (always) lingers
maybe it’ll turn into something someday
useful instead of contained in this knot of angst and comfort
cold breezes are the best debaters: convince you of things that hadn’t even been said
but maybe they were whispered in winds
where you left your jacket
in pursuit of something warmer, love perhaps
but settled for acquaintanceship which can’t keep a bitter winter out
Like feathers piled under shiny fabric
there’s no grey when piles surround you
sheets of paper cannot be refuted
by snowflakes of your love
even
if everyone is unique
I understand if I’m your winter and come springtime; a new time
I will be left to shovel ashes of letters into piles
that will never melt
Isabel Stringfellow, grade 10 
 
SECOND PLACE: 
Circadian Rhythm 
she admitted she wasn’t a little girl
when she couldn’t recall
the consumption of a full meal
without guilt that
like some mental illness
rooted in gaunt aspirations
was to be worshipped
instead
she had a mirage of dreadful quirks
she would shake at times
she constantly contemplated numbers when in distress
she preferred a shroud of secrecy to human facades
depression is not an abnormal condition
for a form partitioned between existences
she agreed to compromise: the gesture of a people-pleaser
to soothe her beloved and compulsion
yet soon enough each
would shrilly scream in gripe
unwilling
Isabelle Susi, grade 12 
 
THIRD PLACE: 
The Shadows 
The trees were bent and seemed to twist and turn to face the light
As it strove to burn the shadows up and sanitize the night.
The pause, the wind, the rolling wave, the echo of “fire next time”
From the cloud-base sunset, ever so still, a breeze and a brief daytime.
Now trees are printed on the ground, calligraphy in ash
The script of life, once written here, was written far too rash.
The forest floor is bleached and burned, there’s only shadows left
Lives erased, writ down again, a human palimpsest.
Here people walked beside a wall – a frieze in black and white.
Here this one saw the mirror shine – a strange daguerreotype.
The people who stood, and stared, amazed, but knew what lay in store
A wisp of smoke, a shadowy grave, and, with luck, something more
They watch the sun go up again, and think of brighter things –
For all that breath is certain death, a longer life it brings.
Alexander Mills, Grade 12 
 
HONORABLE MENTION: 
Ghost Town 
No one would sleep in that town, deserted as a doorframe;
Ghosts groan at its gates, searching for souls lost long ago;
Dust scattered and settled,
Covering slowly all that was left behind,
Trailing behind, lost, forgotten, broken memories, like shadows.
And what a lonely piano! –
Notes wailing as last words,
Isolated sounds, friendless, homeless;
Houses, saloons, hotels, struggling to stay alive;
All hanging onto their history:
Even the tumbleweeds have a story to tell.

 

Hannah Castner, grade 10
 
Writing is brave work, sharing that work is even braver. SBWC celebrates all the students, teachers, and our judge, the poet Christian Reifsteck, who take our heads off with their love of poems and poetry.