In the “Over 16” group, we decided the title should go to Imola Unger for her memorable composition. And in the “Under 16” group, the winner is Mary Katherine Mooney for her well-written piece. Well done to both of you! The time and care that everyone put into this is very impressive.
Listed after their two poems below are all the runners-up in each category, who will each receive $10 coupons to Shop At Sullivan. Our two winners will be notified about their grand prize. Thank you to everyone for participating and congratulations to all our winners!
Imola Unger
Age 24
These eyes betray the dreams behind
your alabaster brow,
Crowned by your heavy hair the hue of
...gold autumnal bough.
Unearthly shine those eyes emit, their
core with bliss alight,
Would that my love could keep aflame
this rapturous delight!
A bond so strong, a kindred tie!
For all delay a cure
To see it grandly mirror on
your countenance so pure!
Come, let us stroll down Lovers' Lane, as
our hearts ignite,
Come, walk with me through life, through
our white way of delight!
Mary Katherine Mooney
Age 13
The rippling grayness of water trickled beneath,
Love, tender and sweet, was draw from its sheath.
...The hearts of two are intertwined as one,
As the alluring season of autumn is begun.
A glance of love shared between two,
To hold forever in love so true.
The touch from one's love, pledging memories to be shared,
Promising faithfully, "I have always cared."
Silence is beauty between the two figures,
As the restless water paints and mirrors.
"You are mine, my one pleasure,
my life's long-sought-for and unending treasure."
Love so beautiful and divine,
"I am yours and you are mine."
Runners-UP
P.j. Glasscock-Liston
Age 40
"This Moment"
His eyes have spoken ...
In so many ways
The words that his heart
Always wanted to say
Trembling as a breeze
Upon his lips
Then caressing her cheek
As his fingertips
He has loved her
As long as he can remember
Through seasons change
And schooldays ember
Flickering as sunlight
Upon her red hair
With his whisper of "CARROTS"
Still faint in the air
And linger through years
Of his memories
Like the waltz that they shared
To an orchestra of trees
These days are now gone
But the fields are still gold
Glowing as the warmth
Of her hand in his hold
Once surrounded by the silence
Of their love almost lost
Rippling on the waters
Beneath the bridge their hearts crossed
To reach this very moment
As they stand together, still
Not wanting sunbursts or marble halls
But only wanting Gil.
Nathan Clark
Age 40
How can I speak,
When my friends speak it true?
From the trickling brook
...And the hushing trees
To the wise arches blue
They all spoke above me
Although I never knew
They only spoke of
The absence of
You
Becky James-Muth
Age 38
Woe was Anne, the poor orphaned lass
Whose only friend was seen in glass;
...'Til off to school in Avonlea
With Diana sharing her glee.
A bit of mischief during lunch
Annoyed the teacher quite a bunch.
No matter how she tried to writhe,
She got stuck with old Gilbert Blythe.
That first day in the one room school
This boy shattered Anne's golden rule.
By saying "carrots" Gilbert waged
An act that left poor Anne outraged.
Like ravens' wings, his locks so dark,
Only compounded his remark.
Anne, upset like an apple cart,
Cared not he wished to win her heart.
She grabbed her slate and held it high
Then slammed him with an angry cry.
From there on out he had no chance --
Not even at winter dance.
Aloof as an ancient boulder,
Anne’s reply was a cold shoulder.
She ignored his stolen glances
And brushed off his slight advances.
(Had he only called Anne "cherry"
Childhood might have been more merry.)
Sometime after Matthew's passing
Gilbert ceased childish harassing.
Years passed by, and time found the pair
Upon the bridge, just standing there.
Gilbert looked at her in wonder
Pondering his age-old blunder.
She returned his gaze. Hers was flushed
And her chatter for once was hushed.
It seemed the boy who once risked ire
Was now someone to be admired.
With a gesture so soft and meek
He reached out and caressed her cheek.
She rewarded with a soft smile
That forgave any youthful wile.
Before she could think otherwise
Or have any chance to chastise,
Risking further mum demerits
Gilbert grinned and whispered, "Carrots."
Melissa D. Archibald
Age 22
With the changing seasons there are so few constants.
Foliage of orange and red, snow covered landscapes.
Was there ever a love so consistent and pure
...as what exists between two kindred spirits?
The space that separates, nor the season at hand cannot disrupt.
Love persists, and returns, like the robin in spring
Brighter in colour than what was remembered in autumn;
Familiar yet new, entwined in one beautiful existence.
Forgotten toils and hardships when one's gaze meets the other's,
replaced by hope and trust seen in their connected souls.
A love so strong cannot be laid to rest when it exists so intensely
in the minds of both, resurfacing with the lightest touch.
Hannah Sim
Age 15
Anne:
O Gil, I look into your eyes
And discover love in its true form
...I went off looking for Princes and knights
But found love here in life’s norm
I regretted what I said
When I turned you down before
But this past year helped me realise
I need you more and more
I don’t need no marble halls
Nor crystal chandeliers
I just want you, my love
In a humble home right here
Gilbert:
I’ve loved you Anne
Right from the start
I’m just a man
Giving you my heart
Your bright red hair
And that freckly face
Is an elegant exquisite
Image of grace
Ever since you refused
I’ve been in the depths of despair
Today you’ve rescued me
My love I’ll declare.
With all my heart and
As much as I am able
I love you
Anne of Green Gables
