Young poets' winning words
Announcing the winners of the Monitor's 12th annual Young Poets Contest.
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My Favorite Place
I come from rich country fields
I come from burrowed cottages within the shire
I come from cool days
bringing nights of energetic warmth
The winters around crackling fireplaces,
summers in the orchards and ponds.
Where I come from, mills and rivers can always be heard
The land smells of earthy manure
and various wildflowers.
I come from a place of old folk tales and legendary myths
Cow pastures surround the mountains
and split winding rivers.
At night choruses of yelping coyotes take over
I come from the mountains
Mother to Daughter*
Well, girl, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no Hollywood movie.
It's had terrible actors in it,
And disappointing endings,
And horrible scripts,
And directors with no sense of humor –
But all the time
I'se been a-waitin' for that perfect part,
And practicin' my lines,
And takin' on the fans,
And sometimes when the paparazzi are out of control
Where they just don't leave you alone.
So, girl don't you stop actin' out those parts.
Don't stop livin' your life.
'Cause you find it's kinder hard to go on.
Don't you give up now –
For I'se still believe in you, honey,
I'se still actin',
And life for me ain't been no Hollywood movie.
*After Langston Hughes's "Mother to Son"
It stumps in like a bear
Devouring everything in sight
Leaving trees and bushes bare
Small animals run into their home for a while
It's no longer safe outside
He has arrived
Be the earth that you walk on
Be the sky that you seek
Be the moon that you dream of
And you will be the stars that shine so bright
Just be yourself
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