The Optimist

Recently, The Holocaust Museum in conjunction with the Anti-Defamation League of Atlanta held a poetry contest for all children and young adults in the south-east. The theme was ‘Imagine a World Without Hate’. I entered my poem, The Optimist, and it was awarded first place in my division. I was so excited when they notified me! Below are some pictures from the awards ceremony held at Kennesaw State University last weekend:

Link to The Optimist

Award Presentation
From left: Holocaust Survivor Hershel Greenblatt , Museum Board member JoAnn Wood, and ADL Board Member Jason Oberweis

The Mist

A few months ago, I entered my poem The Mist into the Ventura County Writers Club’s contest. A couple of weeks ago they contacted me to inform me that my poem won first place in my age category! I was so excited! Unfortunately, I could not attend the award ceremony in California. The contest chair asked if I could record reading my poem so that they could play it at the awards ceremony. I was so thrilled to do that! You can see the link is below. Thank you to everybody at Ventura County Writers Club for their attention and kindness.

Youtube Link to The Mist

Ventura Certificate

 

 

Merci, Mme. Maryse!

 

My French teacher, Mme. Maryse, recently surprised me with my book of poems translated into FRENCH! It was SUCH a nice surprise! Mme. Maryse must have spent so much time on this project! Mme. Maryse decorated every page with a different image and color to match the theme of my poem. It is such a beautiful book! I am so lucky to have a teacher like you. Merci, Mme. Maryse!

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Throwing Petals

Magnolia Close-Up

I have the most magnificent Magnolia tree in my front yard. A few weeks ago, it was in full bloom. The pink petals of my strong tree would sway all the way down to the ground.

It was late in the afternoon – the sun was dimly fading away. Mom and I walked out through our front door with Coco, who was sniffing everything! I bent down and picked up a handful of pretty pink petals, and threw them into the air. They landed where I had hoped they would – all over Mom. Suddenly, Mom bent down as well, and did the same thing as I did – she threw a handful of petals. We were smiling and laughing. I will always remember that day…

Purple Moon

Purple Moon placed second in the international Write On! Poetry Contest in the 12 and under category. Please follow this link:

Write On!


Purple Moon

The Moon’s purple rays were twinkling down onto the pond.

Dancing water lilies encrusted its grassy moist bank.

It had just rained, only moments ago

And drops of water dripped down from the edge

Of the curved, green leaves.

The water rippled as the frogs erratically sprung

Between the round, floating lily pods.

In the purple tinted water, the Moon’s reflection

Rested for the night.

A soft wind blew, pushing the lily pods under

A branch of an over-hanging fern.

Boing, boing, a bunny bounces to take a sip of

The cool, luscious shimmering water.

A startling giggle cuts through, and the bunny scampers away,

Too afraid to find out who the laugh belongs to.

And then with a few thumps, four human feet rested

By the side of the pond

Two were large and two were small.

The mom and her daughter looked up and watched how

The sheep dotted the nearby hills like dandelion seeds,

Up, and up, and up they went…

Grazing on the fresh grass as they roamed.

 The sheep must have thought it was the day,

Since usually they would be sleeping the night away.

Kept up tonight by the Moon oh so full and shining brighter than ever,

Over the memories, life and magic of the pond.