2014 Robert Frost Youth Poet Program Winners
State Youth Poet
Rye Elementary School
Twists and Turns We endlessly hike Mt. Washington to absorb its beauty and wildlife We drive in our diverse cars to savor the loving memories of the Old Man of the Mountain We ski on twinkling, icy flakes, and enjoy the warmth of our cozy ski cottage We pace tranquilly through an ancient covered bridge and peer at the devoted, intricate woodwork of a craftsman from long ago We all take twists and turns We relish the colorful blossoms and the busy buzzing bees of musical Prescott Park We lazily bike along Moose Alley and gaze off into the gorgeous fall foliage We take a field trip to read the flowing work of the well-known Robert Frost We all travel and see the glorious sights of NH We all take twists and turns
Carroll County Poet
Moultonborough Central School
The Leaf I walk along the woods, visitors abandoned. Then I see a single visitor Skipping along the road. I think to myself, and see it is an oak leaf. The wind picks up and now the town is busy With all the leaves skipping about doing Their daily things. Then the wind dies and Everything is quiet. All those leaves gone. I walk along some more and I see The whole town is gone. I make a fairy house for that Small leaf to stay. I walk home and go to bed I wake up the next morning to see The fairy house gone, But that single leaf is there. It survived, that single leaf, It survived.
Carroll Country Honorable Mention Poet
Mrs. Laura Rice
Moultonborough Central School
The Traveling Leaf As I watch the leaf flutter Down. I see the rushing water. The leaf is brown. I see an otter passing by. The stream sparkles. As I lay on my back I watch The puffy clouds zip by. A fly lands on me. I feel like A chair. Why should I care? I feel the sun shine on my hair. The breeze flies through the Trees. As I look back at my Leaf the leaf is wet and crumbly From its rough ride down the River.
Grafton County Poet
Bernice A. Ray School
Flying I spread my wings and run. Soon I am soaring above the land. I dip and dive, Letting the wind ruffle my feathers. I circle around and around, Searching the fields for food. "Lily?" Suddenly, a voice rouses me from my fantasy. "Lily, I asked you a question. Can you tell me what type of lever this is?" I find myself in a classroom With 3 types of levers on the board The door to my fantasy clicks shut.
Grafton County Honorable Mention Poet
Ruth E. Harlow
Holderness Central School
That Summer That Sahara of burning sand, That dark blue water, And those big rocks, And those little scavengers That walk left to right, Those really sharp seashells, That safari of grass, Hope that summer comes True.
Hillsborough County Poet
As The Road Drifts By As the road drifts by, I look out And see the sky Falling back behind me. As the road drifts by, I am progressing against the world And I wonder why The world seems so still. As the road drifts by, I will stay right here, but move too And here I will lie, Moving past the open land. As the road drifts by, The sun seems to back away Floating up so high And I'm still here, As the road drifts by.
Hillsborough County Honorable Mention Poet
Hills Garrison School
Robinson's Pond, My Favorite New Hampshire Place The wind howls The water speaks Birds chirp their morning symphony I jump in the watr Hoping to see little fish to catch in my hand. This place is like my home; Because it is my heart I have to leave alongside The sun But I will be back again, Looking forward to fun.
Merrimack County Poet
Hooksett Memorial School
I watch the raindrops Travel down my window I wonder where their Destiny shall be In the sea or on My windows watching Me I will forever Wonder where they will Go
Merrimack County Honorable Mention Poet
Hooksett Memorial School
Dreams All over the world, no wings, no fuel Over the mountains, rivers, and school, I see the birds, pigeons to crows, How am I doing this? Nobody knows.
Rockingham County Poet
Traveling to Mount Washington in N.H. Traveling in New Hampshire is so much funó In rain, wind, and also sun! One of the best places to go and see, Is Mount Washington, with lovely trees. Go up the mount through many days of the year, And when you get to the summit, I know you will cheer, At the glorious sights, some misty, some clear. Then go in the building that is near the tip top, There you can eat, sightsee and shop! When you are satisfied, go back down, On a Cog Railway train back to the town. If your smile was big, feel free to come back soon, For many more of New Hampshire's wonders are waiting for you.
Rockingham County Honorable Mention Poet
Hampstead Central School When I walk about, I certainly have no doubt What I see is hard to find, But it's perfect in my mind Chilly and warm all at the same time. Trees of every color when At fall time I travel to the Mountains I travel to the shore New Hampshire is so beautiful I ask for nothing ore. Everything I see is pure bliss To me. To me everyone New Hampshire is worth the Sight see I grow so far I've yet To flea. New Hampshire means to me my home State, my home place I live in New Hampshire that's what New Hampshire means to me.
Strafford County Poet
Matthew Van Ledtje
Coming Home As the steel prison that holds me shuttles down a narrow path Minutes drag by seeming like endless tunnels of time. Through the narrow slits that serve as windows, I see trees whizzing past on either side, Lying in beds of moss, grass and ferns, Interrupted only by the occasional boulder or lake. Up ahead mountains loom hight above Encasing the towns below in shadows. The silence is suffocating. I close my eyes. I see a small clearing. In the clearing is a cottage with a long meadow behind it. Lime grass sways and wild strawberries shine like rubies. A lake with ripples caused by the melodious voice of the wind Is in the center of that meadow. Trees loom like giants around the clearing and meadow. This is the home in my imagination. The home I see in my mind and heart. I open my eyes. The land in my imagination slides from view. Finally, the shuttle rolls to a stop. My new home was just as I imagine. The lake, the clearing, the meadow, the cottage and even the trees I may be starting over in a new land, a new house, a new life, But right then I knew that this would be A good new land, a good new home, a good new life.
Strafford County Honorable Mention Poet
Rollinsford Grade School
Going home! Through the woods I've been, Still wandering the endless trees. I've heard the water trickling, I've seen the white tailed deer. I've smelled the scent of maple leaves As they fly upon the rear. And yet I'm still not tired, When my legs are dragged along Because going to my family Excites me ten times more than gone.