Category 1, 4th – 8th grade
1st place-Anna Koffler, The Barstow School
Nothing can compare to the smell of Fall.
The wind comes blowing all around the trees.
The leaves are lost and on the ground they crawl.
The aromatic scent of minty teas
Drifts over from the green house next to us.
I watch as squirrels prepare their winter homes.
The holidays are close with all their fuss.
As our old cozy house now creaks and moans.
The smell of cocoa drifts into my room.
The sunlight now is streaked with crisp Fall air.
The flowers shrivel up until they bloom
Next Spring when sunlight shines in its warm stare.
The Summer’s come and gone and soon will Fall.
It seems as if it’s barely come at all.
2nd place-Abby Hart, The Barstow School
My Queen Bea
A heart thumping away for you always
My love for you will never ever end
You are my favorite part of Sundays
Thump thump you are my favorite godsend.
Your face makes me love you more ev’ry day
You bloom even when no one wants you to
You make me happy whenever I’m gray
I couldn’t love you much more than I do.
Your eyes may be cloudy, but you stop rain
They glimmer like the sun on a bright day
Whatever you do you will not be plain
I know you will never leave, you will stay.
Although when you’re with me you may slobber
It is my heart you will always clobber.
3rd-Charlotte Park, The Barstow School
More Than a Hobby
Drawing is a truly beautiful art.
It makes ev’rything go away for me.
This holds an amazing place in my heart.
When I’m drawing, I feel happy and free.
I sketch with a sharp, fat, yellow pencil.
This leaves a few lead smudges on my hand.
Now it is not a writing utensil.
It’s almost like a brush, but very grand.
The blank paper is the color of snow.
My paper is made out of some smooth wood.
It will be filled with drawings that I show.
I would spend all day sketching if I could.
Drawing is way more than making a shape.
This is not a hobby but an escape.
Group 2, Grades 9-12
1st place- Jack Gatti, Sophmore, Lee’s Summit North High School
I need this game like fish that need the water.
For when I play this game I come to ease.
The more I shoot the more I get hotter.
It keeps me healthy like I’m eating peas.
How can I love this game so very much?
The ball speaks to me like a real person.
When I dribble I have that nice sweet touch.
If the ball is not passed the team worsens.
The team is what makes the game such a blast.
Our passes are as strong as a live bull,
As the ball moves the other team thinks fast.
After the game we eat until we’re full.
For this game provides a light towards me,
I hope it ends up making college free!
2nd place-Jillian Jamaleddin, Lee’s Summit North High School
My brain is the cause of uncertainty.
Eternally whirling and wondering.
Always complete of curiosity.
Inside is a storm that is thundering.
The creator of my dreams and nightmares.
Over thinking leads to my restless sleep.
O Night! Tell me how to end this despair.
I have spent countless hours counting sheep.
Begging for my mind’s quick problem release.
Racing thoughts, ideas becoming caught.
Never managing to obtain its peace.
Regularly becoming more distraught.
There are positives, I don’t disagree;
What will this unsought habit make of me?
3rd place-Robin Conrad, Lee’s Summit North High School
The hills may higher than the Heavens stand;
The grassy plains may too far seem to stretch;
The heat may feel like the hot desert sand;
The piercing cold may make a teammate retch.
I see the course and keep my muscles loose.
I take my spot where I’ll start my long race.
O Gun! Please not your loud sound do produce!
It fires; I take off with a brisk pace.
My lungs, they burn and beg me to relent.
My legs cramp up but I won’t race in vain.
My stomach somersaults and I feel spent.
Can my strained body take all of this pain?
Oh yes! I love to run with all my heart!
From this impossible sport I can’t part!
1st place-Kurt Daniels
To A Cardinal
You sang out ere the dawn in early spring
Sweet lamentation hung in freezing air
One brief tremolo through the dark rising
From barren branch where darkness hid you there.
Was it at a fatal grasp of talon’d fist
You trilled last godspeed notes of aching hue?
Or did you sing to stay the fading mist
Of some warm springdream sky of dazzling blue?
Were you not bird at all but muse or seer
Who voiced the supplications of my soul
Into a world of chill and black and drear
For respite from winter’s fearsome toll?
Your silver notes if vision, dream or knell
Brought courage as upon my heart they fell.
2nd place-Linda Greiner
Delay and Restoration
Corrupted souls and bodies foul the land,
So restless spirits roam to seek redress.
The thought of fratricide leaves son unmanned;
For months he broods, but still he doesn’t press.
We know that he who hesitates can’t win,
Yet Hamlet waits and sees contagion grow.
As Claudius pursues his evil sins,
Corruption spreads and fills their hearts with woe.
So Hamlet bides, to test the ghost’s sad tale,
And one by one he sees each sin revealed.
So lust and passion fill the kingly grail,
And innocent and guilty lives are sealed.
At last he rashly acts and sets his fate.
He dies and, in his death restores the state.
3rd place-Anna Francesca
To my daughter, I have one Earth to give.
My parents to me gave it. Theirs to them.
Although, in truth merely here do I live.
Clean land, clean seas, clean air would be a gem.
I wish that I could say the lands grows green,
the ocean, near transparent’s topped with foam,
the air smell fresh, and miles can be seen
across the glove we’re blessed to call our home.
Yet were I to say this, then I should lie
for mining, fracking, oil spills have led
to poisoned earth where wildlife will die.
My dear, I’m sorry to make this your bed.
I hope your generation will have learned
how to rebuild these bridges we have burned.