Poetry 99: kids winners
Lost in imagination
First place
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My eyes shine
In the night.
Every pet
Has a owner.
-Dragos Douglas-Voroneanu, 5, Chico
Though the kid with arguably the coolest name has a natural talent for saying a lot with a few words, the Blue Oak Charter School first-grader says that writing is not his favorite activity—that would be “doing backflips on my bed!”
Second place
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A
Black
Cat, named Lucky
Dashed through my legs to his bowl to
Eat, but un-
Fortunately it was
Gone.
How could that be?
I
Just didn’t
Know where
Lucky’s bowl had gone
Miaou, miaou. He cried.
Now, hurry up
Or I’ll eat your
Pinky.
Quickly I found the bowl
Right on the fridge.
So I moved it
To the floor
Under his
Very nose
Where he e-
Xamined the food and said,
You made it smell like
Zebra poop.
-Mona Hendriks, 10, Chico
This is the second year in a row that Mona has been chosen for Poetry 99. Last year, she took home third, and this year she placed second with one poem and received honorable mention for another. When she’s not drawing and writing poetry for her personal chapbooks, she enjoys singing, sewing, climbing trees and playing with friends.
Third place
The Tale of a Falling Leaf
I sailed above trees,
Riding currents of light.
I slowly descended to end my flight.
As I landed in a green expanse, I saw ripples go forth from where I had descended. Cold and wet I was in a pond.
-Cyrus Charles, 10, Grass Valley/Oroville
Cyrus is no stranger to writing contests, having also had his poetry published in a book for the Appelley Publishing Contest. Though he lives in Grass Valley—where he enjoys playing basketball, snowboarding and raising his three goats and three sheep—he also spends a lot of time in Oroville with his grandparents, who encouraged him to enter this year’s Poetry 99.
Honorable mentions
Cats Jump
Cats jump really far.
With legs like a rubber band,
they jump tree to tree.
-Ever Viers, 7, Chico
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Beautiful dancing
with my sister
in the sun.
Crash.
It starts to rain.
-Ava Schroeder, 7, Chico
Fall
Colorful leaves and cold winds
Warm clothes and bare feet
A black cat stalking a squirrel
Licking his lips, hungry for meat
Sweet smells and smelly feet
Running girl and leaping fall
Crunching leaves, squirrel leaves
That makes fall
-Mona Hendriks