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Winners 2002 in Young Writers Poetry |
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Woman You Are By Trace Cates Ocean Springs MS 1st Place I’ll paint you that picture To hang high above your mantle Use deep reds, yellows, and blues, Deep colors For deep women Deep under the persimmon tree Where I found the old picture Of the woman reading the bible in Hindi. High above the tree tops waiting for me With your songs and stories of that old Turkish Market that you used to love so Much when you were a girl Running up and down the streets Of Istanbul Old Constantinople you Start your song by the sink, washing Greens like the true American woman That we know you’re not.
Swamp By Kate SullivanDiamondhead MS 3rd Place Marshy water remains still. Moss dangles from giant cypress trees. Nutria are watchful of predators. Pelicans rest atop old, gray stumps. Alligators glide through the marsh. Raccoons drink from the water’s edge. As light filters through the trees, shadows are cast down upon the bayou. The swamp is quiet.
Walk Down the Pier By Crystal Fiettrich Ocean Springs MS Honorable Mention
Red and white stripes Wave to the people behind her. As she walks into the wind, Her scarf gets lost in her air Then glides from her neck down to the Water. |
The Pond During the Day by Nick Beeson Ocean Springs MS 2nd Place
The tiny pond, calm and cold highlighted by the loud song of a frog a slight wind causes it to ripple then an instant later it is again clear, below the surface cruise the fish, hunting the buzzing bugs.
The silent hunters don’t deter the bugs, the gliding forms don’t appear to notice the cold, turns on another, eating the smaller fish, while on a stone stoically sits a frog watching the flash of movement all so clear, the loss of the ones life barely causes a ripple.
One brave flier lands without even a ripple, his departure goes unnoticed by the other bugs. He rests; believing he is in the clear. It barely notices the ponds cold, then in a flash it is taken by a frog; the movement disperses the gathered fish.
Beneath stones retreat the many fish causing many a large ripple, than again from sight goes the frog, undaunted the buzzing continues from the bugs. Now the sun begins to melt away the cold and the glare starts to cover the clear.
Now the pond has grown not so clear, and returning to take advantage are the fish with only subtle memories of the cold. A gentle breeze causes it to ripple, as well as force down the flying bugs to face the waiting jaws of a frog.
Once full, into the water to disappear goes the frog, for only a moment the wind returned to clear, once gone to the air returned the bugs and the silent hunting continues for the fish, leaving in their wake many a ripple later on none notice the return of the cold.
Through the cold of the day slows the frogs, the ripple ruins the waters clear; and the fish eat the bugs. |
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by Holly Hutcherson Ocean Springs MS Honorable Mention
I walk alone on the beach The white sand in my toes. The water rushing up, hitting my feet. The soft breeze coming off the water, the cool air blowing in my hair. The hot sun shining down. The day grows shorter as I walk along, the beach alone.
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