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General News: Young Poets Win Honors

April 27, 2009

On Sunday, the Cornwall public library and members of the Mumford family presented awards to six young poets whose poems were selected by judges in the Timothy Mumford Memorial Poetry Competition. 

This year, 138 poets submitted 307 poems for consideration by the judges.  “We are astounded and delighted to have such a wonderful response from our young poets within the greater Cornwall area,” said Beth Texter, coordinator of the event on behalf of Cornwall Public Library. “This is more than double the number of poems and poets from last year – a huge and wonderful increase!”

The honors were bestowed on the young writers by age group.  Below are the winning poems:

Age 5 to 6
“Hats” by Charlie Winchell, Age 6

Hats are good,
Because hats you wear.
Tall hats, small hats
Hats, hats everywhere.



Ages 7-9
“United by Peace” by Taylor Mellon, Age 7

Stop war!
I don’t want our army and navy dying.
Solution…
The president could meet with all the other presidents
In an office,
And decide to stop war.
It’s an important decision.
My friend Carly died
A couple months ago.
When I’m mad, I think about her.
I try to lead my life the right way,
The way she would want me to lead it.
I miss Carly,
Bad,
Real bad.
Then I try to make peace
Not war.
Peace is something that stands us
Side by side
United.



Ages 10-12
“United States of America” by Samantha Fowler, Age 12

Underappreciated by the mother
Nation, some men began to take
Interest in making a new nation.
The toll was high but British
Expenses were higher. Finally, we
Declared ourselves.
Separate from England
Though they wouldn’t believe it till we
Annihilated them in war.
Triumphant were we but we still had an
Enormous load of troubles
Stalking us.

One was the fact that only white men were
Free from tyranny.

African American slaves
Made their freedom document from the
Emancipation Proclamation. And
Right now
I am the proud citizen of a
Country that has
Amazing ideas about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.




Ages 13-15
“The Sewer Rat” by Dwight Ramseran-Hyman, Age 15

The sewer rat
Creeps along the dirty city streets
The roaring of the subways
Lulls him to sleep
That banana peel
Is his buffet
Because bananas are good for you
Said the beauty magazine
Which is his sheet
And the soggy cardboard box
That is drooping, wilting
Under the stress of life
Is his palace.
The sewer rat
Crawls into his nest
Tired from a long day
At work
Scavenging through the city
Looking for new things
New garbage
To add to his collection
So that he can go to sleep
With the comfort of owning things
Like humans do
And sewer rats too.




Ages 16-18
“The Fall” by Hannah Ordun, Age 17

“I’m the sensitive type”
You told me once
“Nobody falls for the sensitive type”
Little you knew I was
Already falling for
The way you smile
Your hands in mine
Your dark brown curls and
Your chocolate eyes
Already falling in like
It was just past halfway
When you met me full on
With hope, we embraced and you held me strong
You were falling, and I had
Already fallen for
Your constant reading
And violin playing
Your oddities and
Your small imperfections
Already fallen in like
You looked right in my eyes
Gently touched my face
“Maybe we shouldn’t have jumped right away”
Yet it’s a little too late
I already fell.





BEST OVERALL
“Storm” by Erin Milsom, Age 12

The cold crystals fall down on me,
Stirring water in the glassy tears,
Foam rises, rises from the sea,
Then surrenders like my thoughts and fears.

Mist fills this never ending night,
The sky sings its cold bitter song,
A flash, a bang, another light,
Now lightning’s joined this mighty throng.

The tears all roar and thrash about,
The ice crystals now shards of glad,
The wind whistles, shrieks, and shouts,
But like all storms, this storm will pass.

The water’s now up to my waist,
My feet and toes and legs are numb,
The wind, sea, rain, and thunder make haste,
And I wish the same from my lost sun.








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