09 Mar Nature’s Storytellers – Youth Poetry Award Winners
Our 2019-2020 Nature’s Storytellers Writing Contest was super fun! We’re publishing contest winners here.
Below are the Youth Poetry Winners.
1st Prize, Youth Poetry
Untitled, or Nature and I
by Cody Davis
Nature and I are peculiar friends
The beauty it holds, truly has no ends
The predator stalks his prey in the night
The prey runs fast in the midst of his fright
The birds chirp echoes in the distant sky
Peace of the forest makes it amplify
All while the many fish swim in swift water
It rains, gets deep, then shallows when hotter
The water’s mist rises like the smoke
Of a burning forest’s sky covering cloak
The forest burnt from the suns scorching heat
The trees fall as dust, the burnt fruits smell sweet
As the burned sap boils and crawls to the ground
The lush green forest no longer is found
Yet this forest grows stronger tomorrow
It chooses to grow, not sit in sorrow
We watch and we love as this continues
Yet we are the cause of it’s damaged sinews
We start the fires that ruin this life
We ask why this is, while we hold the knife
We blacken the air it uses to grow
And hunt down its members for items of show
We kill and we take but we do not care
We see creatures, plants, as items to spare
Nature supplies everything that we know
Soon we’ll have none if we don’t let it grow
We want it all but lose all in the end
The more we take the less we have to bend
Without time to grow the land can not heal
No wood for your house, or food for your meal
No more beauty to see in nature’s home
No more air for us, or a green biome
We’re killing the earth and we do not care
We can keep it alive, if we do our share
We must come together and do our part
We can do all things if we’re good at heart
Reverse all this damage that we have caused
And our perfect nature needs not be paused
♦
2nd Prize, Youth Poetry
Beautiful Creatures
by Addyson Gamache
Nature is very beautiful
Beautiful creatures
The fierce orange fox
The delicate Dahlia flowers
The Fiber Optic green grasses
The giant Ash tree that I climb all summer long
I bounce down my Basalt rock steps surrounding my castle
The beetles big and small march around my land falling in the cracks of the very dry ground
I hear the coyotes howl in the night at the moon that shines down upon my bedroom light
Fresh air, fresh air come with me through my imaginary play
For you are real
You fresh air, are my favorite natures gift to me and all your beautiful creatures
♦
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