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Poetry
Contest #13 .
. . Results!
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August
15, 1995
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Marylin Shaw, Surrey, British
Columbia -- Through Her Eyes (shown below)
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Maibritt, Sherwood Park, Alberta,
What is it? (shown below)
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Marylin Shaw, Surrey, British Columbia -- Cecil's
Saga
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Brylyant Sporatic, Coquitlam, British Columbia,
Song of the Wolf
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Monika Lee, London, Ontario, Siestas of Moment
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Marylin Shaw, Surrey, British Columbia, Forevermore
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Najwa Salam Brax, Flushing, New York, Worlds
of Mind
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Jo-ann Godfrey, Sherwood Park, Alberta, Arguments
Lost in the Rain
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Marguerite Dolsen, Burnaby, British Columbia,
The Old Tree
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Mibritt, Sherwood Park, Alberta, The Dance
of the Little Watermen
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F. Brewis, Burnaby, British Columbia, Forgetting
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Gregory Wm. Gunn, London, Ontario, The Sun's
Nirvana.
Honourable Mentions: None.
FIRST PLACE POEM
Through Her Eyes
By Marylin Shaw
Surrey, British Columbia
"See these pictures hanging here
On our Grandpa's fridge?
We draw them for him
now and then,
'Cause he loves us kids!
See? I drew this one over here,
I'll 'splain it all to you –,"
So, smiling from
my vantage point,
I listened to her view.
"There's me, and that's
my mommy,
That's Grandpa standing tall –
Boy, between the two of them,
I really do look small!
Look how Mommy's laughing,
Grandpa's just tol' the tale
Of how she'd wind 'round a chair
And be first for every meal!
There's my Grandpa's
big red barn –
He makes kids grow big and tall,
By planting all kinds of food,
To feed them, one and all."
"But, why are Grandpa's
arms so long?"
I received a patient grin –
"Don'tcha know?"
she giggled blissfully,
"He gathers love with them!
"And, that's his verrrry
bestest trick,"
she pointed to his grin,
"He shines up all
our rooms with that,
He gots a light in him!"
So, with her colourful crayons,
Clenched in her childish hands,
The wee innocent beaming artist,
Had seen with a master's hand.
Copyright
(c) 2004 for the author, all rights reserved.
SECOND PLACE
POEM
What Is It?
By Maibritt
Sherwood Park, Alberta
A forest, a deer, a womb,
Branches of pine and spruce
Protecting the path,
Someone reading words of wisdom
In the dusk of the cave.
A lake, a fish, an egg,
Trickles of ice water
Adorning the cliff,
Bells ringing
From high up in the mountains.
A wind, a poppy, a seed,
Huge boulders, rocks, pebbles, mud,
The curvy lines of a thumbprint,
A finger pressing the shutter
A picture, up close.
A vision, an eye, a black hole,
a cell
A boot in an anthill,
A sound bubbling, spurting,
Something very peculiar
Has landed in my trailmix.
Copyright
(c) 2004 for the author, all rights reserved.
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