December’s winning poems

Happy New Year everyone,

Here’s to a year of good writing, fine friends, and happy families.

Today I’m posting the winning poems for December to make it easy to review them once more before we become too preoccupied with January’s crop of WATER poems.

DECEMBER WORD OF THE MONTH POET
His Face
By: Gay Fawcett

Quito
The Times Square of Ecuador
A New Years Eve like none other
Camera
Ready to capture memories
We see him approaching
Fear
He makes eye contact
Slowly walks our direction
Smile
Happy eyes, Missing teeth
A fist full of lollipops
Dollar
Candy for me
Tomorrow’s meal for him
Click
Never to be forgotten
His weathered face

DECEMBER WORD OF THE MONTH YOUNG POET, Grades 3-7
Winter’s Crossing
By P. Andrew Pipatjarasgit

The howl of the wind
Crosses through the forest
Sweeps the snow
and shakes the barren tree
The white blanket of snow
Covers the land into milkshakes
Branches creak and crack
with certainty they’ll break
The howl of the wind
twirls the sleet around
Ice deep in a nullah
Halts the water dead
The roughest of the elements
Cruel and brutal winter
Stormy weather arrives
and annihilates the sycamores
The darkness of the night
Blindly finding its way to the ground
With the gloom not heard in the day
and chilling of the air
The brightness of day
chops the night in half
A nanometre of light
Daylight will come
The whiteness of the snow
It shines on your eyes
Very quiet
The pitter and the patter
The day passes by and
the snow pounds down
and keeps falling
On the seemingly lifeless world
And evening comes
To fall on us once more
And back to the darkness
To the howl of the wind

Grade:6
Maumee Valley Country Day
Toledo, OH
Teacher: Jana Smith

DECEMBER WORD OF THE MONTH YOUNG POET, Grades 8-12
Love/Summer
By Kelsey LeMasters

Once upon a dream
there was a love so deep
never to be broken
until the second she woke
realizing her love was a dream
in the warmth of summer
everything she had, gone

9th grade – Crescent City Jr Sr High School
Teacher: Mrs. Lisa Martino
Crescent City, Florida

DECEMBER HALL OF FAME POETS (2-Way Tie)
Climate Change in Faeryland
By Steven Withrow

All the trolls from the Kingdom of Klaarjj
Floated off on a large wooden barge
In search of high ground where the Flood
Had not drowned every field into mud,
And the rains of decay would not pelt
Night and day, and the sun would not melt,
As they’d heard it had done, sparking fires
In the realm of Prince Caspian’s Spires.
And running aground on the Islet of Ice,
Which once had been home to a nation of mice,
The Klaarjjian trolls stomped their furious feet,
For in this cold clime…they found nothing to eat.
In a sea without fish, flora, kraken, or whale
Rode a bright tale of hope on a gossiping gale,
And the trolls who were frostbit and hungry and sad
Repeated these words till they nearly went mad:
You will sail many leagues before morning,
You will cross many miles after dawn,
But you all will arrive without warning,
In a place where fine summer lives on.
And the troll-children sang in their Klaarjjian brogue
About Camelot, Oz, Shangri-La, Tír na nÓg,
And the echoes of Neverland, Narnia rose
Through the cloud-crowded skies, over empty ice floes.
All the trolls from the Kingdom of Klaarjj
Floating still on a large wooden barge,
And they follow the song of the breezing
That keeps their poor troll-paws from freezing,
That fixes their eyes on a haven that seems
As far as the stars and as close as their dreams…
And even in your world—have the rains started falling?—
It’s the voice of imaginings lost you hear calling.

©2010 by Steven Withrow. All rights reserved.

Weather Riddle
By Jane Heitman Healy

ROARING
like a lion defending its den
ROARING
like a trainload of quartzite
ROARING
like a race car lapping the track
ROARING
like heavy metal music
ROARING
like a mob of football maniacs
ROARING
like a migraine behind the eyes
ROARING
like eternity—
What am I?
The persistent prairie wind.

DECEMBER HALL OF FAME YOUNG POET, Grades 3-7
Winter’s Crossing
By P. Andrew Pipatjarasgit

DECEMBER HALL OF FAME YOUNG POET, Grades 8-12
Sunset Thanks
By Katie Scott

As the sun goes down and the winds whistle in my hair,
I remember them days when I always say Thanks Lord.
My mother always say, you are right,
all the pain I have and the suffering.
I Thank the Lord for all he made right for us
Thanks is a wonderful word. Thanks is joy and happiness
You can just feel the warmness and joyness
as your heart beat faster and faster
Thanks I say Thanks for the Sunset of Life

9th grade – Crescent City Jr Sr High School
Teacher: Mrs. Lisa Martino
Crescent City, Florida

With best wishes,

David