2007 Robert Frost Youth Poet Program Winners and Poems
2007 Robert Frost Youth Poet
Gilford Elementary School
Nature Teacher The wind is tickling your skin Whispering wonderful secrets of life The river is trickling down Teaching you how to be courageous and strong The grass is waving against your ankles Reminding you to watch your step The flowers sway like a compass Pointing to all the possibilities Where you will find the place to be Free, adventures and exciting When you stand there observing nature You will learn the ways of life.
Belknap County Poet
Barnstead Elementary School
Little Sammy my Birdy I love my birdy. I love him so, it was so hard When I had to let him go. When I had something to tell. He listened wisely and listened well. He made me feel so special inside like I had Nothing I couldn't hide. He taught me to appreciate what I have Before it's gone. I thought of that at the break of dawn. I loved my birdy I loved him so, it was So hard to let him go.
Cheshire County Poet
Katie Rose Chadbourne
Jaffrey Grade School
Teacher Of The Year M Mrs. Moore was the name posted on the classroom door. R Remarkable is really what she was, She is absolutely perfect for what she does. S She made hards into simples, She made me laugh and show my dimples. M My Mom loved her too they talked and talked About you know who! O Oh how much she taught me, She helped me get past my fights, which helped me sleep Through the nights. O Only Mrs. Moore would sit and talk to me, Even if it was a boring story. R Reading was my difficulty, But of course she helped me. E Every day a new memory to keep, My second grade year is forever complete.
Coos County Poet
They Have Taught Me . . . Walking in the woods, I see a deer. I freeze, silent, not wanting to scare it away. This is what the woods have taught me. Fishing in the stream, taking only what I need, and using all of it. This is what my parents have taught me. Sitting on the deck, looking at the hills, I see trees being cut. I feel sad. This is what the mountains have taught me. Standing outside, milking a cow, I don't hurt it. This is what the farm has taught me. Taking a test, doing my best, I get a 100! This is what my teacher has taught me. Walking down the road, I see someone not as fortunate. I help. This is what everything has taught me.
Coos County Honorable Mention
Wind When I sit, I watch, I smell, I hear, I feel, I feel the wind cold against my face. I let the gentle breeze take away my bad thoughts. I let the zephyr bring sweet thoughts into my mind. I watch the treacherous winds blow in the seemingly never-ending storm, but it reminds me that you can always wait and illuminate them when all is done. I smell the different aroma the breeze carries as I breathe deeper in life and finding lots of surprises. I hear the wind whispering to me, and telling me to try new things in life, like the fledgling catching the breeze and flying to new places. I do all of this, When I sit, When I watch, When I smell, When I hear, When I feel.
Grafton County Poet
Bernice A. Ray School
As Animal as Teacher As nice as a ladybug Fluttering around As patient as a jaguar Never too quick to pounce As funny as a monkey Making me laugh when Iím down As smart as a spider Knowing when to weave a web As beautiful as a butterfly Its colors stand out in the world As animal As Teacher
Grafton County Honorable Mention
Friendship Hard tugs on a rope Making blisters on his hands. The dog slobbers on the other end Tugging and soaking the rope. The boy falls back on the moist grass, The canine sits on his bottom, Sliding on the wet, soft, dirt, Unable to resist, The lab comes over Towering over the boy like a bridge His curly tail wagging behind. The dog stretches out his long pink tongue, Licking the boy's face Right down the middle. The boy wraps his arms around the puppy, Whispering into the pup's furry ear, "You're my best friend." They fall asleep on the grass The boy hugging the pup. The stars hovering over them.
Hillsborough County Poet
Samantha K. Caveny
Peter Woodbury School
Brilliant Teachers As wise as the geese that know to fly south, Except, unlike geese, they do not shout. They wait upon their pupils' eyes, With love more great than a large surprise. The give us hope, for grades and more, They're better than the best of scores. We flourish most because of them, They're as valuable as a precious gem. As if a second mother or father, with a great mind, They know that they should always be kind. We try to obey them with gratitude, And use our best of attitudes. Teachers they are, these wonderful ones, Let us celebrate them, as there are a ton.
Hillsborough County Honorable Mention
Mount Saint Mary Academy
Teacher, teacher, help us now, Teacher, teacher, show us how. Teacher, teacher, 1 2 3, Teacher, teacher, help me please. Teacher, teacher, she's our friend, Teacher, teacher, till the end. Teacher, teacher, much to do, Teacher, teacher, we love you.
Merrimack County Poet
Bow Elementary School
Moving on It all began With a mother teaching kids at home And thus, we move on Then we went to a single room building With all 12 grades and one mother teacher But we move on After that the buildings have more Rooms, teachers and schools But we will move on To a future of high tech schools And move on And on And on
Merrimack County Honorable Mention
Canterbury Elementary School
Flowers They glisten with dew They bend their bright leaves Toward where I stand. They release their fragrant smells As if the whole world was happy They duplicate Again and again Embracing the world with flowers. The ugly wind tries to blow them away, But the blowers stay With their tiny roots Holding themselves in the ground As they bend away from the wind. Flowers have taught me something There is more than one million pretty things In the world.
Rockingham County Poet
Marston Elementary School
This Is A Land This is a land where the white birch and the grass Lets the wind swish away. A land where the crickets hum like orchestras fiddling Goodbye to the day. This place where ladybugs frolic and the purple Finch mimics the whistling wind in the trees. Karner blues soar like origami paper places in The misty morning breeze. This is a land where nature teaches, from mountains To meadows to ocean beaches. This is a land.
Rockingham County Honorable Mention
Alex S. Walter
Londonderry South School
Ice melting, Water level rising, Cars burning the atmosphere, Coral reefs losing their color, Polar bears dying. All of these horrible things Are teaching us about Global warming. We need solutions to save this Grim tragedy from continuing To kill our earth. Take action to figure out This reaction. Keep our world clean so Its beauty can be seen!
Sullivan County Poet
Oh Please Teach Me Teachers, Teachers Please teach me, Oh please teach me! Those of nature, Those of home, Those of school, Those of LIFE Teach me Oh will you? Oh will you? Teach me, oh will you? The teachers, Oh the teachers, The ones in New Hampshire Are the best!
Sullivan County Honorable Mention
Summer Come, Child, come Young Child, just learning To run barefoot through the hills Oh, tiny Child, come Learn to hear the peepers Singing among the evening dew Please, Child, come And learn to spread summer To every mountain and valley. September days may teach you math But rolling through lush green meadows And picking golden buttercups Waving gently in the summer breeze Only then can you learn Truly how to live