The following students won the district wide 2010 Young Author's Contest
which is chosen by the Northshore Reading Council. Congratulations you are
shining stars with immense talent. I am so PROUD of YOU!
7th Grade Poetry
1st Place James March
Holocaust
Horrific, the actions that fear takes.
Obscene, the person who makes the action.
Ludicrous, the fear that ignites.
Offensive, the cruelty towards any race.
Careless, acting like we’re superior to others.
Abhorrent, treating others like a disease.
Ugly, our attitudes for being closed-minded.
Succumbing to our weaknesses as well as others is
To compare to losing our own freewill.
8th Grade Poetry
1st Place Amanda Dingman
A Feather’s Touch
You walked into my life,
Captivating and lovely to mind.
At first I never cared who you were,
Now I don’t know who I am without you.
You hugged me, I felt my world change.
You held me, I heard my heart awaken.
You loved me, and my soul was born anew.
You walked lightly into my life,
Now my heart knows who you are.
And with my breath,
And each and every step,
That I take down lonely roads,
Your hand is my staff.
Your voice is my guide.
Your strength is my shelter.
Your passion, my awakening.
You walked lightly into my life,
And all my pain,
You took as your own.
And all my fears,
You cast into the sea.
All my doubt,
Lost in your eyes.
You walked lightly into my life,
And no matter if you choose to stay or go.
My life is forever changed.
Just because you loved me,
For a moment in time.
And because I chose to love you,
For the rest of mine.
8th Grade Poetry
Honorable Mention Winner
Rose Field
Painted red dots
On the green, mounted sheet
Depicts the many roses
That grow in the heat.
The painter takes pause
As he regards the scene.
What would he find,
But a small white rose, clean?
It grows very strong,
But is buried in red.
Only the keenest eye
Could have seen what it said.
In a body language
Most flowers don't own,
That white rose declared,
“This is my home.
Though I may toil to rise
From these red seedlings here,
I'll not abandon it,
For them I don't fear.”
The painter, inspired
Worked harder that day
To capture and honor
That white rose of May.
He knew from then on
Of the power of home.
He, changed, worked the world
To savor its own of water and loam.