DAHL MOUNTAIN POETRY COMPETITION WINNERS
Nurturers of Nature
I read about trees recently
How a scientist studied them
She discovered that they will divert their
Food and water to their nearby seedlings
But not stranger seeds
This made me think "of course"
I'm sure we have all met a mother tree
That gives love and warmth (or shade)
Or the grandma tree that feels like she could
Bake a sheet of cookies in her trunk
Trees are of a matriarchy, I am sure
Being around them you feel safety
And the sense that they are
The nurturers of nature
We see families of trees thicken the hills
And turn them black
Protecting one another from the wind and weather
And it's no surprise to me that the hills keep calling us back
Fulfilling the cliche of returning to our "roots"
Returning to the sigh of relief
And the "how could we forget" beauty
And now with a new knowledge that underneath our ground
The sacred giants are recognizing and blessing their young
~ Cassie Applegate
First Place, Adult Category
Trunk mighty and strong...
When I waske up and look out my window
I see the truncks
Still holding up the trees, mighty and
Rising branches in the sky...
I see leaves and birds and apples
In the trees with the branches
Holding them in the glistening
Everything we get from trees...
As I think about trees I see
Fruit and paper
Lumber and shade
All from trees.
Everyone should protect, plant and care for trees...
They stop erosion, give protection,
And trees bring us beauty
With their mighty roots and
Spring brings a special time...
We celebrate reneal and rebirth, and
Celebrate when trees begin
To bud and grow
~ Matea Gordon, age 12
Second Place, Youth Category
Brand New World
Covering the trees,
leaving the world resting peacefully.
Covering the ground
like a blanket of leaves
leaving the world sparkling beautifully.
Falling from the sky
knowing that's how it's made to
The sun shining through
to play and sculpt
the world in.
~ Tristan Eizinger, age 11
First Place, Youth Category
A Late Winter Hike
A late winter hike along French Creek
Where the water dives under the ground
Low setting sun casting long shadows
While a Chickadee follows from tree to tree
A large boulder flat on top
It's blanket of snow receding
Reveals lichens green and gold
Covered with an artful arrangement
Pine needles scattered like pick-up sticks
Seeds of a pine cone, some Chipmunks lunch
Along its flanks a small tuft of hair
From the rubbing of Buffalo passing there
A branch drops its burden of snow
Glittering diamonds filling the air
As a young Whitetail lifts its tail in alarm
I hold my breath I mean it no harm
Slowly trading back to my car
My heart softly beating in quite retreat
Back to the city and family at home
Carrying with me my spirit at peace.
~ John W. Newland
Second Place, Adult Category