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 “Lazy Days” Elizabeth Sheridan Smith Age 17 Grade12 Teacher: Elizabeth Eppes National Grand Prize Winner |
 “Winter Warbler” Michael Forsyth Age 14 Grade 8 Entered Individually National Finalist |
 “Our Dream” Chansereyeratna Lim Age 19 Grade 12 Avondale Estates, Teacher: Pamela Segers National Finalist |
 Untitled Jennifer Qualey Age 7 Grade 1 Teacher: Hedwig O’Brien National Finalist |
 “Watch, but Don’t Touch” Aya Rothwell Age 16 Grade 11 Teacher: Kimberly Landers National Finalist |
 “Near the Shore” Shiva Salehi Age 17 Grade 10 Teacher: Pamela Segers National Finalist |
 “For the Love of Water” Trey Tezza Age 12 Grade 6 Teacher: Theresa Dean National Finalist |
 “Stream” Ellory Abels Age 13 Grade 7 The Teacher: Tara Nitsche State Winner |
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 “Sunset” Tyler Assini Age 9 Grade 4 Teacher: Theresa Dean State Winner |
“The Tide” Tyler Assini Age 9 Grade 4 Teacher: Theresa Dean State Winner |
 “ Duck Pond” Russell Berger Age 17 Grade 11 Teacher: Elizabeth Eppes State Winner |
 “Sleep Tight Freddie Fish” Age 8 Grade 2 Teacher: Stephanie Maynard State Winner |
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 Untitled Adam Conner Age 11 Grade 5 Teacher: Dana Briscoe State Winner |
 “Still Reflections” Nathan Dreggers Age 18 Grade 12 Teacher: Brandi Sanford State Winner |
 “The Stream” LaKeshia Floyd Age 15 Grade 9 Avondale Estates, GA Teacher: Pamela Segers State Winner |
 “Picnic at the Creek” Madison Emma Ford Age 5 Grade Kindergarten Teacher: Shawnie Ulmer State Winner |
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 “My Reflections in the Pond” Aaron Greenwell Age 10 Grade 4 Teachers: Tamera Neal & Wendy Limerick State Winner |
 “River Wildlife” Isabel Harding Age 14 Grade 9 Entered Individually State Winner |
 “Water Looks to Me” Elisha Vontrell Kate Hill Age 9 Grade 4 Teacher: Heidi Hunt State Winner |
 “Refreshment” Corinne Tanner Age 11 Grade 5 Teacher: Angee Blount State Winner |
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 “Nature’s Golden Window” Koichiro Tsuji Age 14 Grade 8 Teacher: David Campbell State Winner |
 “Deformation” Amanda E Yanez Age 17 Grade 12 Teacher: Elizabeth Eppes State Winner |
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The Simple Life The roots of your ashes are like mountains. The dirty country road makes the sky ahead look yellow. The kingdom of green blooms in a special red way. The fog upon the pond is in silence unknown only two people know the stairs to roses. My father floats in the air traveling like steel making echoes that are getting closer. The crickets make way to stars, the stars are like traffic on an old silvery, rainy day, and it is hard to breathe on the fountain of life or death. Scott Laffler Age 9 Grade 4 Teacher: Debbie Crider National Grand Prize Winner |
My
Backyard
Butler Creek is in my backyard. The ground is squishy, The rocks are hard. The water is cold and The minnows have fins. How do I know? I fell in! <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><!--[endif]--> Travis Baker Age 8 Grade 3 Teacher: Sharie Craven National
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| The Eclat of Sunlight in January Just outside my tall double-windows Where beyond stand the cities and the trees And I can't tell the difference Except to hear the faintest cries from the former And smell the tangy sap of the latter And a perfect tear of rain falls into the crease of my outstretched palm As the austere skies commit a clerical error To imagine I have roots or cistern-walls And I can barely feel the tremble Of a hundred billion grass-blades pushing To stretch another millimeter closer to sun And a breeze carries many tunes through the windows Wrought with many keys many rhythms All the ancient glory of dead stars And I lean back in my fat armchair As I imagine many other creatures do in theirs Sometimes in the afternoons of winter. Wythe Marschall Age 17 Grade 12 Teacher: Lynn Farmer National Finalist |
At the River grass shrimp jumping out of nets high marsh speeding boats zooming all over a half moon in the middle of the day vultures flying over me Madison Powers Age 9 Grade 3 Isle of Teacher: Dawnique Steel National Finalist |
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WORLD Hail...eat all of the leaves in my yard ...and bounce on the Lilly pads. Clouds...listen to all of my commands ...and dance with the birds Bogs...sing for all of your friends ...and harmonize with the frogs. Pond...bike to the top of the mountain ...and soar over the cliff Sleet...taste my moms new soup ...and then spend the night. Sewer...tell me what you do for a living ...and then we’ll wish on a star. Snow...march in your own band ...then we’ll swim on the shore. Ice...move over so I can sit down ...we can share a blanket. Ocean...show me how to catch a fish ...and I’ll show you my hamster. Fog...roll all over the ...and play tag with the paddle boats. Rain...dream all about your favorite things ...and I’ll dream about mine. Michelle Skinner Age 9 Grade 3 Teacher: Jennifer Herman National Finalist |
Riverbank
Song Skipping rocks on the Thinking of lots of things Like the river Bigger than me I was eleven With three friends I like to call my brothers and sister Watching the glittering up and down And two friends I like to call my parents Reading from a history brochure Standing upon the very same bank Where a young entrepreneur named Abe (At the age I am now, not then) Began a ferry business I remember his boat passing by in the setting sun And there was his silhouette And there were his wobbly legs and there I was his friend With tangly hair in the almost-Midwestern wind And a smooth rock in one hand And at the age he was then and I am now I stood in the morning mist with those same friends And watched Eliza and her baby emerge from the thick river fog Barefoot on blocks of ice To freedom on the other side Which was where I was waiting One hundred and fifty years later Breathing breath hot and wet against my scarf Elizabeth Westby Age 18 Grade 12 Teacher: Lynn Farmer National Finalist |
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am a river I am a river flowing swiftly along the bank. I am a river smooth and calm. I am a river with the smallest waves. I am a river that people play in. I am a river where baby fish live. I am a river with beautiful water. I am a river with many rocks. Nicole Assini Age 8, Grade 2 Teacher: Carol Mentonelli State Winner |
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River walking in the dew geese gliding across the water. Like an owl on the moon when the stars are gleaming and the lazy turtles are floating on a log. When I look up and I can hear in the breeze the willow dropping its leaves and I can see shadows of the crickets as I float across the water I look up and see a cardinal when I look back down I see crystals on the river. Zack Brasher Age 9, Grade 4 State Winner |
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from the Sea and I am reborn each morning at daybreak. I watch the tide roll out, and I soak in the cool water as it slowly creeps back in. I am rooted far below a superficial layer of soft sand, and I sing to you when the wind blows through me. I breath to the rhythm of the breaking waves, and I hide the spastic sand crabs with my long, coarse fingers. I am a neighbor of the sea, a friend of the wildlife, and a family member of the sand dunes. I am over-grown, original, and completely untouched by human hands. I am the composer who writes the verses that are eternally recorded within the spiral structure of a priceless seashell. Meghan DeGroot Age 18 Grade 12 Teacher: Lynn Farmer State Winner
The Creek |
Morning
by the Stream Peaceful morning. Light, fluffy clouds Cotton ball like in form Play games with the sun To paint ghastly shadows And gem-like reflections In the canvasy bottom Of the sparkling stream. Playful, young otters Splish-splash In the cool, refreshing water, While rejoicing birds Introduce the new day By tweeting their joyous song. Beautiful, budding flowers With their sweet-smelling scent Stretch into the glistening sunlight Welcoming the brightness Of the morning While dancing In the breezy wind. The damp, hilly earth Rocky and ridged But sometimes soft, Sometimes cool, Relaxes in the warmth Of the shimmering sun. All awakened By happy, gleeful laughter Carried by the wind Brought by children in the distance Playing in the canvasy bottom Of the sparkling stream. Alexis Dennis Age 13 Grade 7 Teacher: Kara Holshouser State Winner |
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Water
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S and d r o p s Water hisses
when it turns to steam Water crunches
when it is ice. Water rushes
in a stream. Water CLANGS as
an iceberg in the ocean. Water gLUMPS in
the bathtub.
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Water bubbles up
out of the ground. Water makes all
kinds of sounds.
Randy Wilson III Age 13 Grade 8 The Teacher: Mary Shaw State Winner
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The
River Rock I feel the rolling river Upon me on my smooth shining back, It's laughing as it plays in the sunshine As I look up From the river floor I see this rolling river, This dancing ballerina, Pirouetting through the sky Its swirling golden scarves Beckon me to its surface. I see the great green grass blowing around So I grasp a golden scarf And my ballerina pulls me up. A child stands there looking at me And his face lights up when he sees me. I dance with the river one last time For I am no longer a river rock, But a child's tiny treasure Breana Greathouse Age 9 Grade 4 Teacher: Jane Mitchell State Winner |
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is beauty? A gently flowing river, A quiet morning to yourself, Dew still on the grass, A beautiful meadow full of flowers, Nature at it’s best. That is beauty. Kayla Irvin Age 14 Grade 8 J C Teacher: Jennifer Ritter State Winner THE RIVER the river is home to all sorts and all kinds. The river is wonderful, the river's unique, the river is one of Earth's wonders we have to keep. Meredith Nowling Age 10 Grade 5 Teacher: Gail Reed State Winner |
Rainy
Seasons It is fun when the rain comes. It takes me back, remembering what I have been through. Once upon a time, when I was in Oromia, I used to play in the rain. After the rain stops, everyone hits each other with mud, And makes little homes from the dirt. My friend and I would run in the rain and play soccer falling on the dirt. We’d roll around in the mud. Now all of that is passed. Since I left my home and went to too many countries, I still remember what I used do when I was a kid. All of the sky was very dark and the thunder made a noise. The rainbow showed its colorful arc across the horizon. When it started raining, my little cousin ran through the rain. Then, the river and the lakes were so beautiful. Also, the rain is perfect for planting. I dreamed about the When I was in Oromia, every time I looked outside through the window, I was very happy when I saw people playing and having fun. Rain makes me reflect upon my childhood. Riyad Mohamed Age 16 Grade 10 Teacher: David Hirsch State Winner |
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Trickle of Rain… Goes down the Drain I fall to Earth from a cloud, As I land on a murky shroud. We’re floating down a very short stream, Into the ocean with self-esteem! As an ocean plant transpires me, I evaporate to a cloud with glee! Yet again I fall as rain, to a stream without a strain! As a stream again it seems, I roll downhill into some ravines! At the ocean’s big wide coast, Grass transpires me like a ghost. Up to a cloud, down as snow On a mountain in one go. Then I soak into the ground, Without one begotten sound. But then again as a plant, “up to the cloud!” it does chant. As I go I see the shroud. Where I rained from a cloud. Alexander Grey Newell Age 8 Grade 4 Teacher: Susan Ruelle State Winner |
GONE
WITH THE RIVER When the wind blows I think about the river. When the river flows I think about the wind. When they both go I think about the manatee Sadness grows deep within my soul. Nicholas Paparelli Age 8, Grade 2 Teacher: Cyndia Hunnicutt State Winner |
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| DOWN BY THE RIVER In the yard children laugh and play But down in the river is where I like to stay Sitting on my rock chair watching water trickling by Or laying on my rock bed looking at the clouds in the sky. Listening to the crickets chirp and the frogs croak wiggling my toes in the water letting my feet soak Watching the pretty fish swim or climbing on a shady tree, limb by limb. The water rushing or forcing itself to go. It's like earth is way above But I'm in the river down below I don't think I'd live if I didn't ever get to go down by the river. Madison Peace Age 11 Grade 5 Teacher: Gail Reed State Winner
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Paper Trees From trees, to trees; Leaves of fallen wrappers, And trunks of discarded items Adorn our environment with Unnatural foliage Placed not by any cosmic creator, But by man; synthetic Trees growing rapidly, Not with sun nor rain, But with carelessness, And not in soil, but on mountains; Mountains growing with the trees. What's to stop them? No bulldozer, no crane, Only Willing Hands And a basket, Only it will come back Like a virus, a tree virus. From tree, to tree. This poem may one day Be a leaf again. Who knows? Who cares? Jason Polhemus Age 18 Grade 12 Teachers: Lynn Farmer State Winner |
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