2009 Robert Frost Youth Poet Program Winners and Poems
Robert Frost 2009 Youth Poet
Elizabeth Harrison
Cynthia Williamson, Teacher
Crossroads Academy
95 Dartmouth College Highway
Lyme, NH 03768
Morning Rain Drops
The early morning sun
Shine on the tips of leaves.
Between two trees,
A spider has spun the web,
Used it, and left it.
It is old, forgotten, and lonely.
But it is lovely.
The rain fell last night.
Now, the drops of water rest,
Still and beautiful,
On its silky strands.
The sun catches on the drops.
They shine with a golden light.
Miniature rainbows of color
All lighting up on little rain drops.
All of a sudden, they are gone.
They will be back with the
Next spring rain.
Belknap County Poet
Caledonia Hackley
Teacher, Kim Hayes
Gilmanton School
1386 NH Rte. 140
Gilmanton Iron Works, NH 03837
The Ocean
As I walk upon the brisk sand,
I can hear waves crashing louder and louder,
As I sink into the sand with every step.
I can barely stand the hot sand,
Burning my feet as I wade across the sand.
I still go forward knowing that the
Ocean is right over those hilltops.
Now the sun is unbearably hot on my feet.
Next I sprint down the sandy beach.
I see the ocean, yes I hear the ocean.
I smell the new salty breezy air.
Hear the brisk ocean.
See the fresh smacking waves.
The ocean is where I want to be.
I lay back as I shut my eye lids.
Then I drift into a nice slumber.
With a quiet kind of peace.
Now I have to leave, goodbye for now.
Belknap County Honorable Mention Poet
Anthony White
Teacher, Mrs. Downing
New Hampton Community School
191 Main St.
New Hampton, NH 03256
Drip Drop Clip Clop The water is falling. Puddles forming in large circles. The morning air makes the grass damp. A dove reaches a puddle and dips his Beak into the cold blue water. As the sun rises over the horizon The water drifts away to be seen Next day. Drip Drop Clip Clop The water is falling.
Carroll County Poet
Will Synott
Teacher, Margot Robert
Jackson Grammar School
P.O. Box J
Jackson, NH 03846
Spring River High up in the White Mountains, I start out as a trickle from melting snow. I grow larger as smaller streams join me. Over time, I wear away a small gully, And the cold, snowy water laps away at my rocky bank. My water flies down big waterfalls, And trickles off smaller ones downstream. My wet rocks form rapids, Which carve away at my smooth rock bottom. My freezing water rushes over rocks That were once high above the water I bring sand and sticks down my body, depositing them When I am too tired to carry them any longer. Trees cast shadows over my icy waters, And bubbles are carried away by my strong spring current. My chilly water splashes in strange Formations over my moss-covered rocks. On my long journey to the sea, I drown out all other sound with my strong and steady gurgle. My protected coves behind the rocks are home to skimming Pond strider and darting minnows.
I am the mighty spring river.
Carroll County Honorable Mention Poet
Logan Beckwith
Teacher, Cynthia Hawkins
Paul School
60 Taylor Way
Sanbornville, NH 03872
N. H. Waterways Pemigewasset a river, And an Indian tribe, How cold it is, I’ll never know, Fish and Frogs swim and jump, Moose and deer drink and eat, In the unbearable heat, They’ll take a swim. Lake Winnepesauke, Runs into me, On its way to the ocean door, I run through the Merrimack, Once more!
Chesire County Poet
Jayci Webb
Teacher, Ms. Frank
North Walpole School
17 Cray Rd.
North Walpole, NH 03609
The Sounds of Water
Waves crash beyond the Gentle horizon making Splashes through the air. Children recklessly play around, Somewhere, oh, somewhere.
Rain pings upon my roof As I lie awake in bed.
Waves crash, rain pings, The sounds fly through My head.
Chesire County Honorable Mention Poet
Ember Smith
Teacher, Marianne Fisher
Jaffrey Grade School
18 School St.
Jaffrey, NH 03452
Floating on the waves Loving the refreshment ON the great blue sea All filled with contentment Tall waves will come I will brave the water Nothing can stop me Going towards a slaughter Oh thank goodness I’m alright Nothing else but pushed down The guests are sleeping in the sand Hand in hand, a greeting Everything is grand Swimming or just sitting End the swimming fun Another tall wave’s coming Foam is stirring up Oh whirlpools started twirling Am I to be brave? Maybe I’ll go inside.
Coos County Poet
Amelia Sweatt
Teacher, Mrs. Lane
Errol Consolidated School
99 Main St.
Errol, NH 03579
The Important Water The Lord has made the great lakes He lets us use it to make our cakes We use its sources to fill the troughs To feed our horses.
Grafton County Poet
Sadhya Garg
Teacher, Alice Eberhardt
Bernice A. Ray School
26 Reservoir Rd.
Hanover, NH 03755
Ocean Waves Pounding, crashing, rolling waves Devouring the land Then letting it go. Hungry, thirsty Crystal white foam R e a c h e s For the beach A silent hope To rule the land To be the ruler of the world N E V E R knowing That already IT IS.
Grafton County Honorable Mention
Hannah Whitman
Teacher, Pam Force
Bernice A. Ray School
26 Reservoir Rd.
Hanover, NH 03755
Dew Silent Sweet Cool and calm It comes in the darkness Silently, as though to catch your dreams It sparkles in the early dawn light Like millions and millions of diamonds Making the air crisp With the smells of a new day dawning Only to leave again With the sun’s progression
Hillsborough County Poet
Isabelle Jane Kapoian
Teachers, Mrs. Koellmer, Mrs. Parker
Riddle Brook Elementary School
230 New Boston Rd.
Bedford, NH 03110
The Mystical Place
I am somewhere, or nowhere, I cannot tell.
The only thing that accompanied me here
Are the whispers of the wind and the old trees,
As I tip-toed across their fallen branches and leaves.
The wind whispered in my ear, inviting me to walk farther,
Yet I was careful not to make any small sound,
For I didn’t know what animals slid around.
I walked on and saw in between two hills,
A small crevice where the water resides,
So I lay down and heard the sounds of the gurgling water.
The water slid, smooth as silk,
Green and blue as glass,
And gently moved like the wind,
Gliding over rocks and stones, ever-waiting to pass.
The water made a small noise, a very elegant chorus.
The tune, at first a mystery, becoming familiar,
As it came to me, louder and clearer.
The water slowly rolled over rocks and splashed over stones,
Which once stood rigid and sadly alone,
But now, the water smoothed their rough edges, and depleted their sadness.
The soft wind gingerly flowed past and stroked my hair
As I dipped my feet, very sore and bare,
Into the water, breaking the cool surface and causing ripples.
Fish, glints of silver, darted below me, sleek and quick.
The water splashed and rumbled as it embarked on its way.
I don’t know yet if I will dream to stay,
But I will always remember this mystical place, nice and elegant, as it may . . .
Hillsborough County Honorable Mention
Kara Lucille Gendron
Teacher, Mrs. Queenan
Pelham Elementary School
61 Marsh Rd.
Pelham, NH 03076
Water There is something people May not know, The importance of, waters Flow. It separates the land form The sea It sustains the life in you And me It falls from the sky In the form of rain. It soothes a wound, And takes away pain. It quenches your thirst on A hot summer’s day. It cools you off after a Long day of play. In the winter water turns To snow, Visions of white wherever you Go. Water can be a food, an art, A game, but one thing Always stays the same. It’s a necessity, in our day It’s a luxury, in every way
Merrimack County Poet
Sophie Miller
Teachers, Mrs. Minogue, Mrs. Gingrich
Canterbury Elementary School
15 Baptist Rd.
Canterbury, NH 03224
Dreamy Silk Stream Walking down Prickle hill in the Evening, I catch a glint in the Corner of my eye. It is the stream. I see the water dancing Over the mossy rocks It glitters like a diamond and Is smooth as silk. I pull off my shoes and socks And slip in. The cold water Absorbs me and turns My feet numb. Now, I don’t mind the only Crawfish in our stream, Tiny Tim, Pinching my toes. What a perfect way to End the day. I am content.
Merrimack County Honorable Mention Poet
Henry Fleury
Teacher, Kathy Gage
Bow Elementary School
22 Bow Center Rd.
Bow, NH 03304
A drop of water A drop of water holds a Menagerie of tiny creatures. Dancing jewels that are a Dyatom; sparkling figures that Frolic in the water. Little water bears play Among the reeds and crawl Under the white blossom of A water lily. Water that sparkles like a jewel Under the water lily’s giant Platform of foliage with A splat of colorful petals.
Rockingham County Poet
Kelly Collins
Teacher, Susan Pitman
Hampstead Academy
320 East Rd.
Hampstead, NH 03841
I inhale,
And I exhale.
Water moving through my slitted gills
My pores armor oozing its lush beauty
Making me feel like a king.
It is my stream,
My sea,
And my sky.
My fins are slowly proceeding
Back and forth from my scaly being
I see luminance from high above
The sun which gives my water warmth,
The key to my kingdom’s life.
Rockingham County Honorable Mention Poet
Amber Quinlan
Lynda Jean, Teacher
South Range School
1 Drury Lane
Derry, NH 03038
A Stream
A stream
What does it mean?
What could it mean?
I feel the rush of water
On my skin.
I smell the fresh air.
I hear the slight crash of small waves.
I taste the water in the stream.
I see the forever flowing goddess.
A goddess always sweet
Dressed in a white gown.
The stream moves slowly,
Also very steadily
Quietly with a soft whisper
The stream moves
Telling me secrets
As I walk along the shore.
Secrets only a stream knows.
A stream . . .
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Strafford County Poet
Zoe Marie Janetos
Teacher, Mrs. Krauss
Rollinsford Grade School
487 Locust St.
Rollinsford, NH 03869
Dew The moist bark On the New tree murmurs To me That spring is close. Fat robins Will come to make A nest Of the fallen branches From the Heavy past drifted snow. Plump worms Will wiggle themselves Out of The wet ground From the Melted snow. The swelling river Will Tell me to stay Far away. Flowers will bloom Into A rainbow sea. Buds will Begin to make The bare trees Look like Giant flower vases I can’t Wait for spring!
Strafford County Honorable Mention Poet
Nicholas Simpson
Teacher, Pamela McAdam-Silver
East Rochester School
773 Portland St.
East Rochester, NH 03868
My Grand Time at a Stream
Had a grand time at a lustrous stream. It had an extremely, icy feeling. Filled with a radiant glow. The water was very shallow. Swish . . . Swoosh . . . Ahhhh! Oops! Fell in the water!
Sullivan County Poet
Jacon Pixley
Susan Pullen, Teacher
Plainfield School
92 Bonner Rd.
Meriden, NH 03770
Bloods Brook Bloods Brook. Feet touch bottom. Slippery. Itsy bitsy nibbles Of minnows At my feet. Flowing water, Current rushes Rapidly Through my toes, Chilly and wet. Hear the shhh Of the brook, Like the teacher Is hushing me To be quiet. I feel relaxed, Peaceful, too
Sullivan County Honorable Mention Poet
Noah Forman
Fran Hills, Teacher
Plainfield School
92 Bonner Rd.
Meriden, NH 03770
The Journey Through mountains hills Valleys cities It sways it swishes It hurries it slows
We’re here it says Where little makes big Where fresh meets salt Where water meets freedom Where all water gathers The ocean