Poetry 99: Kids
The jungle vines
leisurely snake their way
up around the tree,
slowly mummifying it.
An old crow
caws a single mournful note
letting its brethren
know what is about to happen.
Many months later,
the tree is totally enclosed
in constricting vines.
All the birds
who have sat upon its branches
mourn the loss of their old friend.
Toby Pope, 10
“I like to write poems a lot.” And it shows, Toby Pope! This year’s top kid poet joins a long line of Sherwood Montessori students to win recognition for the works they create each year as part of literacy instructor Danielle Mennucci’s efforts to submit her students’ works to the CN&R’s Fiction 59 and Poetry 99 contests. Pope says he likes science as well as writing, and that he gets his inspiration to write from Chico’s natural environment, especially Bidwell Park.
Frustration is hot as magma.
It tastes sour like yellow, lemon juice hitting my tongue.
It smells like the reeking odor of a smoky blaze.
It sounds like the loud annoying screams of ranting babies.
It feels rough and dry like a desert.
It is misplaced Legos, melted ice cream, a broken bike, hard school work, and an annoying sister.
Alden Ingelson-Filpula, 8
Poetry runs in the Ingelson-Filpula family. This year Alden joins his sister Aline (who placed in last year’s contest) as a top finisher in Poetry 99. The CORE Butte Charter School student said that, after seeing his sister’s poem, he thought, “Wow, she’s really good,” and was inspired to write his own. In addition to writing, Aldensaid he likes to read, hang out with his family and build stuff with Legos.
The moon lights up like a flashlight, showing your way through the dark woods, keeping you
safe from all your fears. A see-through orb surrounds you and nothing can break through it.
Light shines through you as you turn into an angel with white wings and a white dress.
Julia Begley, 8
Julia Begley is another winner attending Sherwood Montessori. The fourth-grader said that, in addition to poetry, she likes to do math (especially “rounding”) and write stories with clues, and she has written a comic book about a “haunted letter.”
Everyday in the corner of my room
There lays a closet.
Not an ordinary one though.
This closet has no monster or a bug
It has toys and stinky socks
Dollies and Race cars
Apple cores and old yogurt
Underwear and cobwebs and spiders
That closet was gross
But it was there for a teenager
It had everything he owned
If your closet is dirty
It will be there
Kelsey Imrie, 11
The mountains are huge
They are bigger and stronger
They cover the earth
like gods of stone.
Markus Westerdahl, 9
Vial of death,
Evil torture brings
Human nightmare, devil’s dream.
Heart-shaped diamond, murder’s scheme.
Colin Bailey, 10
on the sandy tree,
the chocolate clock making noise,
Cars flashing light while flying by,
looking for the army trucks
on the side,
Cedar Bailey, 7
Poem of My Heart
I sing in and out of my lungs,
I breathe as if I ran the length of a mile.
I am on a horse galloping away.
As I drink out of my goblet a feeling of
warmth and safeness
comes over me as my heart pumps the
blood of millions.
I stand strong and fearless from within my ancestors.
The bones inside of me allow myself to be here.
My brain fills itself with questions and answers.
My heart lets me give out these last few words of wisdom.
Maya Klein, 8