2006 Robert Frost Youth Poet Program Winning Poets and Poems
2006 Robert Frost Youth Poet
Janet Scagnelli, teacher
Harold H. Wilkins Elementary School
Hay Fever Muscles clenching as hay swiftly flies Dust and dirt caked in my eyes Stab it. Grab it. A job well done is half begun Tomorrow I will do more before the rising sun. As I walk in the silence of the empty barn, My throbbing footsteps echo, but do me no harm. Tomorrow is another day Through the birch trees, the barn awaits for me to toss the hay.
Belknap County Poet
Pam Hayes, teacher
Gilford Elementary School
Farming in the Granite State It’s the crack of dawn farmers are already awake, dressed and heading out to tend to their crops. The early morning dew is still on the ground. The crisp cold air is nipping the farmers’ faces. Breaking through the soil with their plows preparing it for their crop. Planting the seeds just as the sun rises high above them. Chapped hands, aching back, and blistered feet the farmers don’t care. They are determined to get their corn planted and off to a growing start. The last seed is planted and watered, the sun has just set behind the mountains. Time to get some rest for tomorrow’s battle of getting the job done before another sun sets.
Belknap County Honorable Mention
Mary Beth Godbout, teacher
Gilford Elementary School
New Hampshire The wind whispers by like someone’s trying to tell you a secret. Trees grow left and right like a rainforest, hiking to find your way out. Birds working like crazy building their nest for their young. Seeing a blue jay, a chipmunk, and a squirrel scurry about gathering food for the winter. Having the time of your life playing in Lake Winnepesaukee. Speed boats shoot by like a cheetah chasing his prey. Skiing down the bumpy rough ski slopes of Gunstock Mountain. Seeing the wonderful sights of New Hampshire.
Cheshire County Poet
Teresa Starkey, teacher
Chesterfield Elementary School
The Woodcutter Through the forest marches The Woodcutter. His calloused hand holds a solid axe. His boots crunch through the golden leaves. The forest seems to stand still at His presence. The Trees stop rustling their leaves, The Squirrel stops his constant scolding, The Raccoon stares quietly at Him As He marches by. Suddenly He stops At the foot of The Oak Tree. The Tree trembles with fear and respect As The Woodcutter raises His axe. He swiftly swings it toward The Oak Tree. Clang! A shower of splinters sprays across the forest. Clang! Clang! The Oak Tree teeters. “Tiimmbbeerrr!” calls The Woodcutter, His voice echoing in the forest. The Oak Tree mightily crashes to the forest floor. The animals scatter. The Woodcutter lifts up the Tree With His strong, sunburned arms. He places it gently on His ox cart. Finally, axe in hand, The Woodcutter Marches home.
Cheshire County Honorable Mention
Laurel Powell, teacher
Chesterfield Elementary School
Work in New Hampshire Chop wood very fast. Sweaty muscles popping out, Sawing back and forth. Logs going down fast. Logs crashing into each other, Tumbling down the stream. People pushing them. Going down to the sawmills, To be cut up straight. Men cutting up wood, Smelling the sap, hear the roaring, All the sawdust floats. Going to homes, By many horse-driven carts. Building houses strong. Now, they have machines. Now they have power for work, To make tools perform.
Coos County Poet
Isabelle Kleinschrodt, teacher
Old Fashioned Jobs Once a long time ago, there were different jobs I’ve come to know. Men worked hard and long, plowing their land all day long. Apple picking under the blue sky, all day men reached very high. Sitting under an apple tree as they gaze, it hypnotized them into a deep daze. The crystal rivers which trout do swim, fishermen fished all day under a tree limb. From green grass to white snow, From a shovel to a gardening hoe, New Hampshire has changed from old jobs to new, To me it’s still the same, but maybe not to you.
Coos County Honorable Mention
Kaitlin B. Wood
Lynn Emery, teacher
Great Workers Today, and a long time ago, New Hampshire were brave and know . . . We are the Granite State, and we are grand and great. New Hampshire’s the place where we have farms, and our workers build them with old time charms. The leaves may ripple, and the branches may tear, but that does not matter because we have workers that care. We have firemen that help us survive, and we have lifeguards to teach us to dive. We have people who work at stores, and we have moms who make samores. We have forest men, to take care of nature’s fresh, beautiful den. We have teachers to get kids smart, and we have mechanics to get the car to start. We have so many workers that are great, that’s because we are the Granite State!
Grafton County Poet
Cynthia Williamson, teacher
Logging The elm tree crashes to the ground. Some one calls “Step up Jack.” The giant work horse tows the elm. What will happen to the tree? Perhaps it will be a chair, or a dresser. But the horse does not know this. He will placidly drag the tree However long he needs to. Every day the huge horse Works at logging the forest. Even when the snow blankets The trees like a quilt, he works He is a real logging horse! From dawn to dusk he labors He is ever faithful to his master. Now, the work horse Is replaced by tractors. Even so, the logger and his horse, Will be remembered.
Grafton County Honorable Mention
Mrs. Force, teacher
Bernice A. Ray School
Logging Click, Click, I hear my horse’s harness clicking, his breath comes out as steam, his hooves make large deep holes as he pulls the logs, My back is aching, My cheeks are red and rosy, The snow falls thickly through the forest as I walk, I see a light shining in my house ahead warm and inviting I can almost feel my warm bed, as I lead my horse to the stable my eyelids heavy, and sleep almost upon me.
Hillsborough County Poet
Ms. Giylfoyle, teacher
Pelham Elementary School
New Hampshire’s First Jobs Haiku New Hampshire settlers Came to fish and work the fields Those were the first jobs.
Hillsborough County Honorable Mention
Jean Paul, teacher
Charlotte Avenue School
I walk down the street I see flowers in full bloom People tending to their plants While humming a lovely tune The things people do Just to have a scenic view
Merrimack County Poet
Sue Ann Martin, teacher
Broken Ground School
Raking Leaves Off of a maple tree fall Leaves of every shape and size, Flying through the air, Intricate designs, Tiny as a hair. Each tiny little leaf would take, Hours to describe. Each one’s a mini puzzle piece, Of New Hampshire’s pride.
Merrimack County Honorable Mention
Mrs. Bennert, teacher
Bow Elementary School
Work In New Hampshire In the early 1600s ships were what they made, but since the 1680s shipbuilding has seemed to fade. Then in the 1700s the blacksmiths came to town, for them the power of molding metal with fire had been found. If you lived in the early 1900s you probably would work at a mill but even if you worked real hard, one dollar would be your bill. In the 1950s lots of people cut wood and with that axe man, were they good!! Now in the present day you may be a businessman or even a teacher, maybe a baseball player or preacher. What’s really very clear is that work has changed a lot people have tried to make our states a better place by working hard and giving all they got.
Rockingham County Poet
Ms. Jean, teacher
Lincoln Akerman School
We are Workers Working in the pasture among cows and hay, peaceful, quiet chewing sounds munching on their way, I am the farmer this is my workspace, I am the farmer and this is my favorite place— My glorious items sell there in towns where money lays my hat sits snugly on my head protecting me from sunny rays, I am the merchant this is my workspace, I am the merchant and this is my favorite place— Working in my small hot shed I am the youngest of brothers this is my work and yes it is sweeter than most others, I am the maple sugarer this is my workspace, I am the maple sugarer and this is my favorite place— Pressing, pressing all day long things really couldn’t be better, and I can certainly help you out if you’re looking to write a letter, I am the paper maker this is my workspace, I am the paper maker and this is my favorite place— All of these workers love their jobs and do them very well, these jobs aren’t easy—no they’re not—but all of them are swell, they are workers that’s their workspace, they are workers and that’s their favorite place—
Rockingham County Honorable Mention
Ida Dziura, teacher
South Londonderry Elementary School
Distracted Chipmunk A taut chipmunk busily scavenging for food looked beneath him and saw the pristine snow resting like a kitten below him. He looked above him and saw the lustrous moon watching him standing out like fireworks in the dreary, murky sky. As the clouds started to float and cover the moon as a blanket would a baby, the alert little chipmunk, spotted an acorn on the ground. He was thinking of storing the acorn in his burrow because winter had already arrived, but he noticed four trees standing tall when everything else is flat. Two trees wore long dresses like ladies at a dance and two stood as bare as a cob with all the corn eaten up. Suddenly, the chipmunk hears something when the whole world is silent A gentle swishhh rings loudly in the chipmunk’s ear. A soft tip tap echoes explosively in the chipmunk’s head. In a heartbeat the chipmunk vanishes into his burrow, and the whole world is silent again. When the chipmunk looks around in his burrow he notices that he didn’t have enough food for winter.
Strafford County Poet
Barbara Brown and Donna Gagnon, teachers
Gonic Elementary School
Jobs in New Hampshire There are many around, If someone has enough money, They might want to build a Hotel like the Hilton, With a water view in Milton, Some people from Hampton Falls, Might like a job answering phone calls, Then in Lancaster, There lives a forecaster, If your care dies in Bow, You can keep someone in business by calling for a tow, There is a boy in Derry, Whose dad works on a ferry, There is a girl in Center Harbor, That has a grandfather who is a barber, There is a doctor in Rye, That tries to save people so They won’t die, A lady from Weirs Beach, Really like to teach, So whatever you want to do, There is some job out there for you.
Sullivan County Poet
Susan Pullen, teacher
In a Place so New In a place where I traveled to in a place so new in a place where the Indians roam I herd my sheep, for that is all I have, in a place I must now call home In a place so new, where the trees are so beautiful and where the wildlife thrives Where the only sounds are the wind through the trees and the singing birds and the soft thump of my boots. In this great place This beautiful place In this place so . . . new
Sullivan County Honorable Mention
Fran Hills, teacher
1749 in New Hampshire On my farm Of life and crops I pick the corn And cut the hay On this hot Summer day Here in Dover Far away From my home land Feeding the cows And herding the sheep And finally going to Sleep