The
PSOV offers three awards for poems published in The Mountain Troubadour each year. All of these poems
are eligible for each year's awards. Winners are announced in the spring. A
certificate of Honorable Mention is also given for each award:
1)
CORRINE EASTMAN DAVIS MEMORIAL AWARD: best poem by a member who has not
previously won this prize, $20
2)
ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH MEMORIAL AWARD: best poem by a member, $20
3) MARI
TOMASI MEMORIAL AWARD: best poem by a high school student, $15
SUMMER CONTESTS
Entries postmarked after the deadline of June 1st will not be accepted
Reminder -- Next Deadline.
Please note the next deadline, Wednesday, June 1, 2012. This is the day your Summer Contest submissions must be in the mail (postmarked by 6/1) -- no exceptions! Good luck to you.
Poems for the summer contests are judged from entries submitted by June 1 each year. There are six contests; each must be entered separately. Only one poem shall be submitted for each award. Unless otherwise described, length is limited: 8-32 lines. Each poem must have a title. A certificate of Honorable Mention is also awarded in each of the six contests. Winning poems will appear in the following year's issue of The Mountain Troubadour .
1) MARY MARGARET AUDETTE MEMORIAL AWARD: light verse, any subject, $20
2) J. RICHARD BARRY MEMORIAL AWARD: poem with Vermont or country theme, traditional or free verse, 1st - $20, 2nd - $10, 3rd - $5
3) MARIAN GLEASON MEMORIAL AWARD: poem of not more than 20 lines, any style and subject, $50
4) GOLDSTEIN MEMORIAL AWARD: poem with any theme, traditional or free verse, no line length limit, 1st - $20, 2nd - $10, 3rd - $5
5) LAURA J. SPOONER MEMORIAL AWARD: best love poem, any style, no line length limit, $20
6) CHRIS WHITE MEMORIAL AWARD: poem of not more than 25 lines, any style/form/format. Topic of poem must be related to Science, Science Fiction or Math, $50
Instructions: Submit two typed copies of each entry on 8-1/2 x 11 sheets of paper. In the upper right-hand corner of one copy, type your name, address, phone number, and name of contest. The other copy, which will be used in the judging, should have NO identification. These guidelines must be followed; untyped copies and poems exceeding line limits will be disqualified. Send entries to: Flo Keyes, Contests Chairperson, PO Box 1122, Castleton, VT 05735, or contact her at keyesf@castleton.edu.
OTHER CONTESTS
52nd Annual PSOV - CSC High School Poetry Contest - 2011
PLEASE NOTE:
The 2011 Poetry Society of Vermont/
Castleton State College High School Poetry Contest
has been canceled due to an insufficient number of entries.
(Jointly sponsored by the PSOV and Castleton State College)
The PSOV continues to sponsor a High School Poetry Contest now jointly sponsored by PSOV and Castleton State College. For guidelines, teachers, parents and students are encouraged to send a SASE (self-addressed, stamped envelope) to contest chair Flo Keyes, PSOV, PO Box 1122, Castleton, VT 05735. The top ten winning poems in the PSOV - CSC High School Poetry Contest are published in the The Mountain Troubadour; winners are honored at a reception at Castleton State College. A one-year membership in PSOV is given to students placing first, second, and third each year; cash prizes are $300 for placing first, $150 for 2nd, $125 for 3rd, $100 for 4th, $75 for 5th, and $50 each for placing 6th thru 10th. Winning poems and other poems selected for publication in The Mountain Troubadour will be eligible for the Mari Tomasi Memorial Award for the best high school poem published during the year. Deadline for submissions to the 2011 contest is April 15, 2011. The ceremony and awards banquet will be at Castleton State College on May 22, 2011, 1:30-3:00; family, teachers and friends are encouraged to attend as well. The awards ceremony will be televised by PEG TV, a Rutland-based channel having affiliates across Vermont, who also streams its broadcasts on the internet/web. DVD's of the ceremony will be available for only $5.
Rules:
Only one original poem may be
submitted by a contestant.
The
poem may be in any form on any subject.
The
maximum length is 32 lines, the minimum is 8 lines.
All
poems should be typewritten or printed clearly on 8 ½" x 11"
white paper.
The
Poetry Society of Vermont acquires First Publication Rights to winning
poems and any other poems selected for publication in The Mountain
Troubadour.Following publication, rights are reassigned to the
authors.
To
insure unbiased judging, each poet must create a pen name and sign his or
her poem with that pen name.The poet’s real name must appear only on the entry form NOT on the
poem itself.Sign the poem
with the pen name and then print the pen name underneath the signature,
clearly, so that it can be read.
Fill
out the official entry form completely and then put it in an envelope,
seal the envelope, and staple the envelope to the poem.On the outside of the envelope,
write your pen name and the first line of your poem.Then put the poem and the entry
form envelope in a second envelope to mail.Do not forget this step or the judges will not be able
to match the winning poems with their authors.
Poems
containing questionable language (profanity for example) may have to be
adapted to make them suitable for publication.
All
entries must be postmarked on or before April 15, 2011.
Winners will be notified by e-mail
and/or phone.A list of
winners will be posted on both the Castleton State College and Poetry
Society websites on or before May 15th. and
Mail all inquiries and entries to:
Flo Keyes, PSOV
PO Box 1122
Castleton, VT05735
ADDITIONAL
IMPORTANT INFORMATION
Please obtain a copy of the entry form and fill it in
completely, following the rules provided. The information is necessary in the
event that the Poetry Society needs to get in touch with the contestant. Print
clearly please. Entries that do
not comply with the rules will be neither judged nor returned. The most common
cause of disqualification is length – count the lines! Neither Castleton State College nor the
Poetry Society of Vermont shall be liable for inadvertent printing or spelling
errors in either the poem or the student’s name. Entries will be judged by a panel of experienced poets and
educators. Decisions of the judges
shall be final unless it should be determined that the poem submitted was, in
whole or part, not the original work of the contestant. In such case, the
submission will be declared ineligible and the prize forfeited. Additional copies of the rules may be
obtained by writing to the Poetry Society of Vermont, P.O. 1122, Castleton, VT
05735.
Obtain and read the rules prior to filling out this form,
please.Fill out the official
entry form completely and then put it in an envelope, seal the envelope, and
staple the envelope to the poem. On the outside of the envelope, write your pen
name and the first line of your poem. Then put everything in a second envelope
for mailing.Do not forget to do
this or the judges will not be able to match the winning poems with their
authors.
Name of High School:
_______________________________________________
School Address:
____________________________________________________
City, State, Zip: ____________________________________________________
Name of Teacher:
__________________________________________________
School Phone Number:
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* See
rule #6.
Elementary and Middle School Poetry Contest
The annual Creative Writing Contest for both prose and poetry for elementary and middle school students will resume when a financial sponsor is found.
2010 PSOV/CSC High School Poetry Contest Winners
1st$300.00"Dreams" by Brittany McCarthy, North Troy, VT
Teacher--Gary Johnson, North Country U.H.S., Newport, VT
Dreams By Brittany McCarthy
Glass shatters
And makes the softest, silkiest
Tinkle of a noise
That only the tiniest mouse
Could hear
The one you hold in your palm
And feel the whisper of its whiskers
On your ear
As it tells you a story
That reaches all of his fears
Fears that only rise up
When the cludunk of the dish
Washer awakes
He longs for the safety
Your arms bring
Gently holding him
While he dreams
Of a world where he can
Feel the softest breeze
Blow through the long grass
That whisper tales
Of his old friends
Snoring softly in your ear
You best friend's whiskers
Tickle your cheek with the
Softness of his fur as he awakes
From the dream he longs to
See when he opens his little
Beady eyes
2nd$150.00 "Marlboro Light 100s" by Katherine Scalia, Waitsfield, VT
Teacher--Kerry Litchfield, Green Mountain Valley School, Waitsfield, VT
Marlboro Light 100s By Katherine Scalia
My father needed
very few things
to stay content.
A pack of cigarettes
and her quick wit
to smoke them with.
He found her in med school.
Ironic.
Where he won her over
with peppermint sticks.
His candy
and hers
both balanced between
their lips.
It went like this
for 20 years.
He's smoke.
She'd laugh.
But his work left
her alone
and in time her
sweet tooth died.
So she left
him alone
with his worthless
cigarettes.
3rd$125.00"The Blue Table Cloth" by Meghan Bosley, Fairfax, VT
Teacher--Fred Griffin, Bellows Free Academy, Fairfax, VT The Blue Table Cloth By Meghan Bosley
"The blue table cloth will be the ocean"
You say softly, skimming your fingers
Over the smooth, rich satin,
"And the plates the continents."
I nod in agreement,
As we sip sweet wine on the terrace,
Overlooking the city of Paris.
The wind moves 'round us gently
With the bustle of people
Heard from below;
I bring the silver candlestick down,
Lighting the oceans on fire.
The wax melts slowly, dripping like tears
That solidify, slowly, like ice
After the fire has burned everything.
4th$100.00"Aphrodite" by Audrey Woods, St. Johnsbury, VT
Teacher--Jenny Mackenzie, St. Johnsbury Academy, St. Johnsbury, VT Aphrodite By Audrey Woods
Aphrodite, you bitch, with your cream castanets,
Waving your hips and your breasts at the sky,
Undulating, emanating, impersonating love,
Swaying the popes and the kings to your side,
The fathers of flowers and starry night skies
Surrendered their gold circled hands to your sigh.
With armies of Crisco and soldiers of Lard
You've sieged all the fields and fairytale yards;
The skeletal daisies are screaming your name
Begging to join your imperial games.
You've whored out the roses and ravished the blooms,
Taking their berries and bowls to your womb,
Feeding on vomit and fueling the lust
Of your followers, turning their honor to dust.
With Zeus as your captive and Atlas your slave
And Mother Earth widowed by your very name
The delicate roses, brittle with pain
Have succumbed to the love that is one and the same.
5th$75.00"The Bagel" by Zach Bochonski, Fairfax, VT
Teacher--Fred Griffin, Bellows Free Academy, Fairfax, VT The Bagel By Zach Bochonski
Cradled in the palm of the left hand . . .
The kitchen knife drew blood and soaked the bagel.
Blood welled from the wound
Covering the counter and floor,
Reflecting the lights from the window which cast shadows
Over the dishes by the sink,
The spoon with milk residue jumped
Then cracked the glass window.
The smashed window probably caused the mirage
Because the amplifier across the room was black
And made the high pitch noise only
Dogs like.
The intense pulsing of the amplifier
Probably made the tile on the wall splinter
But it was hard to tell because the bleeding was so bad.
When the blood filled the sink, it looked like tomato soup
Before all the blood was on the floor the ceiling was normal
But now the ceiling looked oddly pure compared to the floor.
Then there was the overhead fan, spinning and spinning
Like a tornado inside the kitchen
And it was good because the when amplifiers exploded
The spinning tornado was bigger than before,
Fused with the blood it became red
The it became dark gray
Then black.
The doctors assumed he was right-handed.
6th$50.00"Hurricane" by Theresa Petzolat, Westfield, VT
Teacher--Gary Johnson, North Country U.H.S., Newport, VT
Hurricane By Theresa Petzolat
It is impossible to re-walk
Your childhood footsteps
And not realize
That many of the people
Who walked them with you
Never will again,
For they were washed away
By the storm.
Everything you own
Has been bargained away
To the sea
At an unfair price,
Including the house
That was home
For years.
There is nothing left to cling to,
Because the sturdy oak
In the back yard
Has been torn to pieces,
Branches you once used
As footholds lying in
What is left of the
Living room where you all
Watched TV together
On Friday nights.
7th$50.00"Untitled" by Jamie Graves, St. Johnsbury, VT
Teacher--Jenny Mackenzie, St. Johnsbury Academy, St. Johnsbury, VT (Untitled)
By Jamie Graves
I watched the cobblestones dance
Puddles of rain gathered here
I looked down to see a
Cricket take his last breath
As his lungs filled with water
I picked him up with my hand
His black carcass still in my palm
I mourned for him, a soldier
Hit by shrapnel, drowning
In a sea of bodies
The source of the sea slowed
To a top, but the wind was
Still howling like a rabid wolf
I took solace knowing that
The lone soldier's family would
Survive the night, if not tomorrow
I marched the fallen body to the
Outskirts of the stone town
Laid him to rest in a grave
The size of a thimble
I said my prayers, bowed out
And shed a single tear
I looked up to the darkened sky
Looked down at my soaked feet
The cobblestones were no longer dancing
Their heads were bowed in silence
I joined them in their stillness
And continued on my way
8th$50.00"The Crow" by Kara Goolman. St. Johnsbury, VT
Teacher--Mary Shepley, St. Johnsbury Academy, St. Johnsbury, VT The Crow By Kara Goolman
People stop and point, when a red cardinal zips past
Gallant, dramatic, bold, audacious, daring to be noticed.
But me, I am a blanket of darkness, a shadow in the sky.
I stand out against the snow, but blend with night and soot.
The lyric of the yellow warbler remains unmatched,
A sweet song envied by all with ears.
My cry is coarse and raw; it pierces icy winter air,
A shriek heard across barren lands and down town streets.
A sweet, round, fluff of silvery feathers, the chickadee.
Any breeze a threat to its cotton ball body.
An oily rainbow coats the feathers on my skeleton
And squamous legs hold me up while I rest in trees.
The rarity of the eagle makes him a diamond in the skies,
Commanding attention with the grandeur of his presence.
I slide through the sky, unnoticed, a phantom soaring high.
A dark shadow as common as the clouds above.
9th$50.00"Dignity" by Caleigh Cross, St. Johnsbury, VT
Teacher--Angela Drew, St. Johnsbury Academy, St. Johnsbury, VT Dignity
By Caleigh Cross
Widow standing alone by the grave
Can't hear a thing, save for the rain
The wind howls and the sea soaks the stone
There's something beside me, though I stand here alone
Dignity
Newborn mother with the child she bore
There's no room in your heart for rancor
This world is cold and nothing's for sure
When all else has failed I return to the search
For dignity
A lonely night when all you've got is yourself
A few days long when all you are is a shell
You've lost all your hope, it's gone to the wind
You're stranded in fear, your future looks thin
The only way out is to look within
For dignity
Old woman hiding in memories past
Reflects all the while on the hand she's been cast
The cards have been played; they're out of her hands
She closes her eyes; she's not in command
Sleeping in peace, looks in dreams and
Finds dignity
Ran away with fate and I've forgotten my coat
Trying to decipher these notes I wrote
There's so much to fear, so much I don't know
Sometimes I wonder where I'll have to go
To find dignity
10th$50.00"Chicken, Airplane, Soldier" by Lauren Isabelle, Derby, VT
Teacher--Gary Johnson, North Country U.H.S., Newport, VT
Chicken, Airplane, Soldier
By Lauren Isabelle
"Chicken"
"Airplane"
"Soldier"
My body finally stopped,
Stopped trembling from the cold.
Toddlers scream they are cold,
Crying that they need to get out.
I Want to Scream!
I Want to Cry!
But I don't!
"Chicken"
"Airplane"
"Soldier"
I lie and tell them the water is warm,
That the swim lesson is almost done.
I show them the arm and leg movements,
I call out the steps, over and over.
"Chicken"
"Airplane"
"Soldier"
Three Whistles,
The children run out of the water to warm towels.
One more lesson done,
Five more lessons to go.
2009 High School Poetry Contest Results:
1st$300.00"Suncatcher" by Cynthia Brown, Chester, VT
Teacher--Norm Merrill, Green Mountain Union H. S., Chester, VT
Suncatcher By Cynthia Brown The sun keeps catching in the feathers of the chickadees that flirt with the air outside the library window The light is a sudden flash that draws the eye but is gone too quickly to contemplate And yet it is enough to leave an imprint in the mind An image of the spread of wings, the tail, the dark little cap holding the light for just a moment, like a mirror holds a face
2nd$150.00"Bittersweet" by Misha Kydd, Jericho, VT
Teacher--Jennifer Adkisson, Mount Mansfield Union H.S.,
Jericho, VT Bittersweet By Misha Kydd Everything’s become bittersweet, like dark chocolate brown-black, harsh, iced, but swirled with spice, with chili pepper, served in bowls of the aztecas by women whose hips were designed to move and whose eyes see nothing on earth – just stars. And that earth is reborn in this form of chocolate, the heavy dust of Mayan rainstorms beaten down into fire pits and shelters, while the people with muddy feet crush too close to each other and tangle their minds until their bodies have to follow to be forever abandoned to the chaotic winds. (The wild chill rejects the invaders before they ever taste the spice, the hot, the entrancing flavor of primal ruins, abandoned for history to warp
bitter sweet.)
3rd$125.00"Amuse Me" by Emma Walker, Waitsfield, VT
Teacher--Gretchen Stahl, Harwood Union H.S., Moretown, VT Amuse Me By Emma Walker A muse: me, with my high ponytail, blonde and bright. Swishh-ing Swishh-ing through the halls, and through your mind. A muse: me, with my voice smooth as a blue silky dress dipped in moonlight. Say goodnight, lullaby. Don’t know why; don’t have to. A muse: me with my loud loud loud laugh, and my deep deep deep groans; with my hard hard hard hopes, and sweet sweet sweet notes. Sum me up on one page – try; I dare you. I will give you stories and jokes and wishes and tears. Enough to fill a novel; volumes of me going on and on endlessly. So take me, shake me, shock me, stop me hear me, fear me, see me, be me! Go ahead: use me; but above all amuse me.
4th$100.00"What You Wanted" by Anna Schults, Norwich, VT
Teacher--Harrison Bourne, Hanover H.S., Hanover, N.H. What You Wanted By Anna Schults brick grated ‘gainst dry elbows when he shoved you to the wall, pressed his sweat down your affluent skin and bit the slippery paleness at your neck. sneakers untied, a zipper creaks. the sky bulges over the corner of the roof, blood beats thin under your ribs, shudders the backs of your hands, takes flight without your heavy bones: you told him yes, so looking down you take it standing up behind the school where shoes scrape the paint from a basketball court – the empty net hangs limply torn from a battered rim.
5th$75.00"Tears of Blue" by Eric W. Mackey, Waterbury, VT
Teacher--Gretchen Stahl, Harwood Union H.S., S. Duxbury, VT Tears of Blue By Eric W. Mackey It took me seventeen years to appreciate my finger-tips – the smooth, the rough, the smallest details of my life. It took a phone call at four in the morning, my hands shaking as my voice wavered. “It’s going to be alright,” I tell him.And it will be. Because in my finger-tips are short words – essential to feel, to speak, softly in a time when nothing else will come out. We sit together at her funeral and grasping for truth we find pockets of emptiness – life has been taken from the room.I keep my head d o w n as if tearing up in front of my friends would take the life right out of me. I find in my father’s tuxedo pocket a blue stone – smooth from worn hands – and delve deep into the jeans pocket of my awareness. A quick glance interrupts my thoughts as he leaves with his family.It is too much. I reach inside my pocket for comfort but the cloth is coarse, of course, there is no stone to grasp, no words between my finger-tips when a mother is taken from our reach. Only rough times, tears of blue, nothing to hold on to.
6th$50.00"World" by Falisha Jones, Rutland, VT
Teacher--Liz Sojourner, Easter Seal Independent School,
Rutland, VT World By Falisha Jones You got to rise when I tell you Mama going to sell her fresh gold chain people out here in the world having trouble with money I’m trying to save money to help with the sick ones people got to keep their head up and pay attention to the line in front of them.The pattern shows us that god loves us no matter what we do.But no matter what our imagine nation can change, in some ways we are thoughtful.Our eyes are perfect, we can see our ability to sing many songs and be happy, and joyful, and playful, stomp stamp hip hop come downstairs Mama says it’s sunny out there.The bunny is out for Easter I told Mama that I will be in to feast.Old happy day it’s a nice spring day all the sidewalks are clear without white snow.
7th$50.00"Untitled" by Bethany Sullivan, Underhill, VT
Teacher--Jennifer Child, Mt. Mansfield Union H.S., Jericho, VT (Untitled) By Bethany Sullivan She goes breaking hearts by the shores of the sea But forget her, forget her, think only of me. The way that I’ve missed you some mornings, some days, You’d think I was sobbing my life full of greys, But I just ignore it, and will it away Even though we both know that someday Yes, someday I will steal you away and we’ll sit by the sea And of a sudden, you’ll wish that your lover was me was me Kiss me
8th$50.00"Winter in Vermont" by Catherine Côté-Verville, Essex, VT
Teacher--Mr. Gonillo, Essex H.S., Essex, VT Winter in Vermont By Catherine Côté The piercing frigid cold Bites the adventurers Those willing to explore A blanket covered land Gaining more land as time passes Unfriendly, unwilling to cede the power The strong overbearing wind Howls cautions through window sills Bare trees sway from the mysterious forces Clouds shield the joy of day Encouraging the mercury to continue its decent Frost creeps its way to the windows Sheltered observers yearn to break free Wanting to leave their trails Secrets hide behind the opaque curtain Mysterious, never ending and brutal Spirited, unbelievable and merciful Secrets explored and shared Leave their traces Observers follow the callings Frost patterning the windows Anticipation building Clear blue radiating skies Trees blanketed during their long sleep The refreshing wind Whispers longingly Willing to cede the power Fluffy pure snow Covers the dirt of the world Welcomes the wanderers Friendly to those who listen The crisp air
9th$50.00"A Summer Swing" by Luke Appel, Woodbury, VT
Teacher--Suzane Trecartin, Hazen Union H.S., Hardwick, VT
A Summer Swing By Luke Appel A tire hangs from an oak tree Suspended in the air by a small cord. The field in which it consumes space remains untended. Noticeable by it, tall uncut bunches of sweet grass and wild flowers. A piece of barbed wire runs along the ground like an industrial snake. The sun slowly, gently fading in the distance gives the landscape a glow that heightens the senses. The grasshoppers sit on the dried out blades of grass. Their sounds join with that of the peepers, to make the music of the summer. A red winged blackbird sits on the old fence post; a rusted nail juts out of it. It sits there just waiting to swoop down and get a grasshopper for supper. As the sun goes down and the moon and stars come up, they display their beauty in a clear sky. Fireflies mimic the old street lamps in the nearby town. They go out and come back on again, like that of a dying flash light. In the morning the grass all covered with dew, the grasshoppers are gone and the red winged blackbird does not come to sit on the fence post any more. Everything is different except the tire swing suspended in air, in the field near the barbed wire and fence post, with the nail jutting out. So maybe things change, for a little while.
10th$50.00"Sketching Life" by Griffin Boswell, Woodstock, VT
Teacher--Mrs. Beda, Woodstock Union H.S., Woodstock, VT Sketching Life By Griffin Boswell Just like humming a song that’s stuck in your head, The hand fidgets with a pen. My mind sends a tingle of an idea to the paper, Where an image appears. Hmm.Well, I drew a giraffe, But still, I am not pleased with it. Several quick marks and another doodle appears, But it is nothing but a meaningless design. A colorful hummingbird darts through my mind’s eye, And I am reminded of my mission at hand. I must draw what I know is real, Create from murmurs of potential sketches Something that has never been seen on anyone’s else’s paper. This will not capture the world’s reality, because my pen exists In a theoretical world, where possibility is infinite. Reality can be what you make it, Your perception is your own. But what shall it be? Eventually, shades and shadows Will unravel and show me. But I can help direct my path. You can draw your own way.
HMCertificate"Let Me Dream" by Matthew Avery, Barre, VT
Teacher--Tim Dobson, Spaulding H.S., Barre, VT Let Me Dream By Mathew Avery
My friend,
Do something for me
I need no money, nor a woman
Just a place to go
While I sleep
My good friend, please
Do something for me.
Let me see Her, smiling, holding my arm,
Smiling at Me, a tear, as we roll down the hill
Let it be exciting, intimate, romantic,
Yet let her come to no harm
Let not my heart scream
Let me dream.
Have the Sky be orange, like the sun's lustrous ring
Flowers flourishing over the banks
I want to fly, let me hear the birds
Sing,
And my heart will float; my eyes will beam
Let me dream.
Give me a Guitar, golden, lying on a chair
So I might make songs, a tear, glittering as I
Think, while all is fair
Sitting atop a sun-speckled stream
My good friend, please
Let me dream.
HMCertificate"Wish" by Sarah Callander, South Woodstock, VT
Teacher--Michelle Fields, Woodstock Union H.S., Woodstock, VT
Wish By Sarah Callander
Clunk.
Seven times in the last two minutes
I had counted
the number of times
that screen door slammed
shut.
First it stutters open
and creaks further
then yawns
for only a half second.
Creaks again
it closes with a clunk.
Clunk
Not unlike a slap of a hand
or shatter of plywood
against pavement.
That bang
That clunk
were the sounds of summer
for me
for America
Actually minus me.
We didn't have a screen door
but I would walk down to the country store
and hear that sweet melody
eating my creamsicle
Until
my father installed a screen door
in our home.
So I too can now enjoy the lazy sounds of summer
just like any other
Clunk.
HMCertificate"Untitled" by Callan George, South Royalton, VT
Teacher--Richard Potash, South Royalton H.S.,
South Royalton, VT
Untitled By Callan George
The world is white.
Crisp and cold,
And clear.
The sky is filled with tiny butterflies.
They swirl and
Dance
Across the sky,
Their frosty wings
Spread wide.
They make no noise
As they touch the ground.
HMCertificate"Untitled" by Kodi Ross, East Dorset, VT
Teacher--Deb MacDonald, Long Trail School, Dorset, VT