Winners of the 2001 Margaret Mielke Poetry Awards

THREAT
By Shelby McMasters
Eagle River, Grade 4

A threat is a dull, dark day.
It will rush at you
like a wrathful bull.
It’s a terrible dream,
a needle poking your skin.
It’s the knife in you brain
that never goes away.

GO INSIDE
By Shelby McMasters
Eagle River, Grade 4

Inside this globe
I am the world-
the oceans, the land, the life.
My equator head
is swollen hot,
and my polar legs
are locked in cold.
I feel the pain and sorrow
of every body and every thing.

MODERN DANCE
(A tribute to Isadora Duncan)
By Megan Petersen
Bowman, Grade 6

Silently
Slowly
She moves across the stage
Leaping high
And landing low
She spins and twirls
Stretching a lone arm up
And pulling it down
as if to pull the sky.

HUNGER
By Michael Ross
Eagle River, Grade 4

Hunger is bold and fierce
like a cheetah
racing through a maze
in pursuit of his prey.
It tears at my stomach
like a lion
ripping at a zebra’s remains.

TORNADO
By Nicholas Gilmore
Huffman, Grade 5

dark storm
like a pitch black funnel
dangerously thrashing things,
would win the world’s
longest whistling contest
a dirt devil vacuum cleaner
cleaning up the dust.

EAT A POEM
By Holly Werel
Chester Valley, Grade 4

Crunch my simile
BBQ my metaphor
Slice my alliteration
Spill my adjectives
Fry my personification
Gobble up my subjects
Scramble my pages
Much my expression
When you are full
Eat me again!

MYSELF
By Donna Nielsen
Chester Valley, Grade 4

My hair flows down everyday
moving like a waterfall

Dark rave eyes
search out scary stories

Outside I’m a playful kitten
pouncing around in the snow

Shy fox feeling
frightened by darkness

My heart holds kindness
as peaceful as a butterfly
fluttering through the air.

THE EXCLAMATION POINT
By Jean Allworden
Alpenglow, Grade 5

At the end of every shout and yell,
I’m always there.
Always hyper, always loud
Very tall and very proud
I love to scream, I love to shout,
I love to cry out!

WHAT IS PURPLE?
By Alex Jernstrom
O’Malley, Grade 5

Purple is calm
and quiet
The sweet granddaughter of violet
the kind mother of pink
Purple is the taste
of round, juicy grapes
It is the feel
of your grandmother’s quilt
rubbing against your face.
It sits
in a garden with
pansies and petunias.
Purple sounds like
a cheerful whistle
amongst a crowd
It smells like
new flowers blossoming
in the spring
Purple is the soft warm feel
of mittens
in the winter.

SALMON FISHING
By Patrick Flint
Rabbit Creek, Grade 6

I hear the creek tumbling
the seagulls calling
the cars over my head
the whirr of fishing poles
I hear the rising chatter
as I reel in the silver
On the end of my line
I see the smiles
the other fishermen stare
at the heavy silver
as I walk
from Bird Creek.

   Winners of the 1999 Margaret Mielke Poetry Awards
                Winners of the 2000 Margaret Mielke Poetry Awards
                Winners of the 2002 Margaret Mielke Poetry Awards
                Winners of the 2003 Margaret Mielke Poetry Awards
                Winners of the 2004 Margaret Mielke Poetry Awards
                Winners of the 2005 Margaret Mielke Poetry Awards
                Winners of the 2006 Margaret Mielke Poetry Awards


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