2012 Robert Frost Youth Poet Program Winners
2012 Robert Frost Youth Poet
Bernice A. Ray School, Hanover
Teacher, Alice Eberhardt
Urgh! Urgh!? In another world Zoned out Daydreaming Rockets, dolphins, new sneakers Anything BUT work! Recess, where are you? Save me From one innocent piece of paper, Blank paper. Just waiting For words Not 2, but 100 words S t r e t c h ahead of me Arms ready to embrace Not just any, but one Ticonderoga No. 2 pencil Why am I here? I should be out Screaming, laughing, giggling With my friends, on the swings And WHEE! Down the slide! Not in here, word after word Writing madly. Urgh. I hate work, I just want to play! Thatís all Iím asking, one thing, to play!
Belknap County Poet
Molly G. Wrobel
Gilmanton School, Gilmanton Iron Works
Teacher, Mrs. Tothill
I Grew Up in New Hampshire I grew up running wild, Where the Earth is free to bloom, Where it never took much to bring on a smile, And for newcomers there is always room. I grew up playing games, And finishing my chores, And dancing as it rains, Then mopping up the floors. I grew up singing songs, Walking early to tromp in the early morning dew, But still we seem to long, For those old and comforting bird coos. I grew up a dreamer, And making crowns from stray flowers, And listening to the catís heartwarming purr, While hoping for some summer showers. I grew up raking leaves, And waiting for school to come, Then trying not to lose the house keys, And waiting for lunch as moans come from my tummy. I grew up with the icy freeze, And pulling on an extra sock, Finally hauling in the Christmas trees, And gasping at winter shocks. I grew up free, free to be me, So never shall I roam, For I have my old New Hampshire home.
Belknap County Honorable Mention Poet
Sanbornton Central School, Sanbornton
Teacher, Jacqulyn Blake
An Awesome Fall Day I see the young, cheerful kids Jump in the giant pile of crisp Colored leaves that have fallen from The old, brown tree. The smell of the delicious pumpkin Pie that excites the children as they Come running into the warm, white house. They sit down to eat their delicious, pumpkin pie and their Sweet, apple cider. After, they go back out in their heavy, comfortable coats into the cool, Fall breeze as the happy, song-filled birds greet them.
Carroll County Poet
Sandwich Central School, Center Sandwich
Teacher, Justin Chapman
Work Rewarded My work is often brightened For looking forward to play Which I know will be my friend But not if my work does stray. Once in a week or a month or a year I deny myself pleasure to work For Iím always behind, Even though I work till Iím almost stone blind. After work I brighten more For my workís well done And Iím looking for some fun Even if itís just Doing something that I must Like giving carrots to the horse next door.
Carroll County Honorable Mention Poet
Moultonborough Central School, Moultonborough
Teacher, Carol McKinley
The Man and the Child The man works. The child plays. As man watches child He remembers playing With his toy car. Child ponders what it Would be like to work, Do everything, no school. Man gazes at child Playing, laughing, learning, fun. How, how can they do it? Change, wish, switch.
Cheshire County Poet
Rindge Memorial School, Rindge
Teacher, Alison Heon
A Day at Hampton Beach Lilac trees, gentle breeze, time To play in the sun. Car is packed We will have a blast, letís have Some summer fun. Riding in the car, In my bathing suit, listening to the Radio, I hope we will get there soon. Up and down the streets, Until I smell sea air, we stop the Car, I get out quick, I canít Believe weíre here! Sunscreen slathered Over me, goggles on tight, waves are as High as can be. I think Iíll be alright. Sand and water at my feet, the Summer sun up high, boogie boarding all around, This is lots of fun! Reading in my beach chair, until high tide is done, water Spraying at my face, this is so much Fun! Finding lots of rocks and shells, Swimming in the blue, water many miles Around, lots of crabs too! A lot of Colors, flashing lights, itís time for The fireworks show, Boom! Bang! Pow! Yeah! Iím afraid itís time to go. The summer day has come to an End, like seaweed washing away. But donít worry Hampton Beach, Iíll be back another day.
Grafton County Poet
Bernice A. Ray School, Hanover
Teacher, Pam Force
The Quest of Laundry Kick Toss Down the stairs Falling with a muffled thump Our chore, laundry, is a journey downstairs Through the treacherous kitchens Past firebreathing little brothers And we are knights in shining armor (Moving dirty laundry)
Grafton County Honorable Mention Poet
Lyme School, Lyme
Teacher, Steven Dayno
Mix Your Work and Play I can work much harder If I add a little play. Then it turns fun And work seems ok. I can play much better If work is involved. My soccer game goes well And my crossword puzzles solved. So my message in this poem is Mix your work and play You will get a lot of good stuff done And youíll do it every day. Living in New Hampshire Where birds can freely soar Itís easy to mix your work and play Because itís right outside your door.
Hillsborough County Poet
Griffin Memorial School, Litchfield
Teacher, Amy Ashe
Work and Play in Your Garden When you water a garden itís both work and play You can pretend that youíre fighting a fire, Or that youíre Cinderella and you have to Work all day. And when youíre surrounding your garden with wire, You can pretend you are a policeman scaring Children away. Or when N.H.ís state bird, the purple finch, Comes for a visit to eat cherries off of your tree, You can take pictures until it flies away. If one day you visit your garden, And you find your pumpkins squashed, Blame the white tailed deer and give them No pardon. So is planting a garden more work or More play? To find out yourself, plant an acorn today!
Hillsborough County Honorable Mention Poet
Mount Saint Mary Academy, Manchester
Teacher, Julie Pietocarlo
Play in New Hampshire On a nice sunny day In the beautiful month of May I was walking in the park Of General John Stark When a white tailed deer Came and whispered in my ear, ďCome and play with me Under the lovely birch tree!Ē Our game was fun And nearly done When a purple finch flew by. He landed with a sigh On a granite rock nearby. He begged, ďWonít you sing with me?Ē We accepted with glee And sang, ďI love New Hampshire naturally!Ē
Merrimack County Poet
Bow Elementary School, Bow
Teacher, Suzie Percy
Painting a Fence Iím painting a fence, A big, boring old fence, Why do I paint this fence? My parents of course, I would rather be playing, My parents know that too, But of course, I have to paint this fence. I could be playing tag instead, But I have to paint this fence. This fence is a problem, A big problem for me, that is, Of course I could be playing, But I have to paint this fence. I wish I could play X-Box, Or maybe the Wii instead, But I have to paint this fence. Itís all because of a little chore, I have to paint this big fence. I still wish I could play instead, But I have to paint this fence.
Merrimack County Honorable Mention Poet
Hooksett Memorial School, Hooksett
Teachers, Karen Roy, Rosanne Beaudoin
Lemonade Stand (Haiku) A Lemonade Stand Squeeze the Lemons for the juice Iím tired and rich
Rockingham County Poet
Rye Elementary School, Rye
Teacher, Jacquie DeFreze
Isles of Shoals I am the Isles of Shoals You will recognize me by Star Island Lighthouse and my 9 islands Step inside me and you will hear waves Crashing and you will see people working To restore me You will feel the ocean breeze Look around and see a lighthouse towering Over your head I am the Isles of Shoals. Visit me in the summer and you will feel The warmth of the sun However, if you visit me in the winter You should bundle up My climate has cool ocean breezes I am the Isles of Shoals I provide a home for seals, birds, and fish But you would never find skyscrapers. Listen closely and you will hear seagulls Iím known for my beautiful shores Look closely and you will see old bombshells On Duck Island. Iím the Isles of Shoals.
Rockingham County Honorable Mention Poet
D.J. Bakie Elementary School, Kingston
Teacher, Lindsay Macintosh
Many weird and unique fans Always a battling team Never giving up Check into the boardsóBOOM! Helping each other play better Energetic mascotóMax Sweaty players going to locker room Tough amazing team Even when they lose, they just play harder! Revving the Zamboniís big engine Monsters when trying hard Oh what a stop by Jeff Zatkoff! Never will you see a hole in the defensive line Always skating quickly through the lion hear Room in the goal big mistake Check in the neutral zone Holy moly what a game Monarchs win in OT Shooting and scoring, this is awesome!
Strafford County Poet
New Durham Elementary School
Teacher, Allison Wasson
Play on a Beautiful Day Every day, I ride my bike Down the street, One of us brings A chocolate treat. Either we play inside Or on the yard. We sometimes make Each other a card. We say ďNew Hampshire Is the best.Ē Then we see A mother birdís nest. On hot afternoons We just lay down on the ground. We look at the clouds that Are fluffy all around. When we have to say good-bye We say, ďTomorrow, can we play?Ē After that, I go to bed and say, ďIím going to play on a beautiful day.Ē
Sullivan County Poet
Sunapee Elementary School
Teacher, Heather Cantagallo
Mt. Sunapee The tourists love it, And so do we. We like to hike, And we like to ski. Teachers give lessons, Volunteers do too. A zipline is coming, That will be new. The sledding is fun, Down the big hill. The Lodge has hot chocolate, To take off the chill. Mt. Sunapee Has lots to do, Come to work, Come to play, And you will be Busy everyday!