Award-Winning Poems
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    2008 Border Voices Poetry Fair
        High School, Middle School & Elementary
    
 
 
      First Place, Upper Division
 
 
                                                            
   To My Lita Delia
 
    Who calls me Jessica, digo Abby, digo Sashie
    Whose hands are a tender touch away from the finest
    Chinese silk.                                                                          
    Whose hair is growing gray one day and a full
    chestnut brown the nextWho tells me picante chile en el jardin de flores.                                    
    Who is a butterfly full of color and life.
    Never wants us out at night.
    Is birria de chivo on a cold winter day.
    Que quiere una banda en vez de lagrimas.                
    Is late night talks and morning walks.
    Abuelita,
    Café de leche con panecitos.
 
    Sashieana Scott
    Grade 12, John Muir School
    Poet-teacher:  Jackleen Holton
    Teacher:  Jason D. Hundley
 
 
 
 
 
Second Place, Upper Division
 
 
   Lo Que Soy
 
    Yo soy un colibrí
    porque puedo volar
    rápidamente junto a ti.
    Yo soy la tempestad
    porque muero de ansiedad
    por abrazar al amor
    que me espera
    con ansiedad.
    Yo soy el cielo
    porque me reflejo
    dentro de tu corazón
    admirando tus resplandecientes ojos
    que suspiran de amor.
    Yo soy una estrella fugaz
    porque cumplo el deseo
    de las personas que voltean
    a admirar mi hermosa
    luz de armonía y paz.
 
   What I am
 
    I am a hummingbird
    because I can fly fast
    along your side.
    I am the tempest
    because I am anxiously dying
    to embrace love
    who in turn anxiously
    waits for me.
    I am the sky
    because I reflect myself
    inside your heart
    admiring your shining eyes
    that breathe love.
    I am a fleeting star
    because I fulfill the dreams
    of the people who look up
    to admire my beautiful
    light of peace and harmony.
 
    Antonio Cruz
    6th grade, Kimball School
    Poet-Teacher: Francisco Bustos
    Teacher: Beneranda J. Calderón
 
    Translated by Francisco Bustos
 
 
Third Place, Upper Division
This poem also received a
Special Award
from the Greater San Diego Council of Teachers of English
 
 
   Stupidity
 
    Here comes stupidity
    with those crimson eyes
 
    his jet black cloak
    flows behind him
 
    he dashes back and forth
    outside my door
 
    he sits in class
    drawing comics all the time
 
    an ant
    among giant redwood trees
 
    his job is playing games
    he hardly ever does his homework
 
    he torments me
    making me get F’s and D’s
 
    I try to get away
    but I can’t
 
    he’s always there right beside me
    he is my shadow.
 
    Yearly Gonzalez
    Grade 7, Farb Middle School
    Poet-teacher:  Johnnierenee Nelson
    Teacher:  Leslie Clark
 
 
 
 
Fourth Place, Upper Division
 
 
 
   I’m Not Really Crying
 
    I just got hit in the face
    With a ball
    By that girl
    Who hates me.
 
 
    Maddie Salazar
    7th Grade, Rancho Santa Fe Middle School
    Poet-teacher: Jackleen Holton
    Teacher:  Alison Wise
 
 
 
 
First Place, Lower Division
 
 
 
Dark Tree
 
A clump of stars
caught in its branches
rests.
 
A glint of sun vanishes
or does it rise?
 
Red puff of smoke
fires the sunset.
Its branches reach up
with nettled twigs grabbing the sky
like messy hair.
 
It weaves a cloak of stars
and at night
it glows.
 
 
Nathaniel Pick
Grade 4, Spreckels Elementary
Poet-Teacher: Celia Sigmon
Teacher: Peggy Araiza
 
 
 
Second Place, Lower Division
 
 
 
 
   The Moon Is a Bowl of Milk
 
    oyster white
    and cold like a snowdrift.
 
    The moon tastes like
    a vanilla milkshake
 
    sounds like a sleeping owl.
 
    Jorge Elenes
    Grade 3, Olivewood
    Poet-teacher:  Johnnierenee Nelson
    Teacher:  Karolyn Kmet-Moran
 
 
 
 
Third Place, Lower Division
 
   Poetry Man
 
    If Poetry was a party
    it would be 4th of July fireworks,
    up like rockets and down like leaves.
 
    At a funeral, Poetry brings lilies
    as white as bones.
 
    At church on Sunday,
    Poetry wears a silky soft tie
    with flaming candles.
 
    At its wedding,
    Poetry would marry similes
    as sweet as peace.
 
    Poetry sends the Happy Face
    to a deserted island
    hoping never to see that
    smiling thing again.
 
    Poetry’s real magic is
    that it sparkles like imagination
    shining in your hand.
 
    Margaret Poltorak
    Grade 3, Hearst Elementary
    Poet-teacher: Celia Sigmon
    Teacher: Jean Feinstein
 
 
 
 
Fourth Place, Lower Division
This poem also received a
Special Award
from the Greater San Diego Council of Teachers of English …
and was selected for the first
LoVerne Wilson Brown scholarship
 
 
 
   A World of Fantasy
 
    In a world of fantasy
    there are fire-breathing dragons
    overprotective ogres
    knights in shining armor
    damsels in distress
    dull, dimwitted king
    wise, beautiful queens
    blacksmiths with sweat
    dripping from their foreheads
    evil stepmothers
    mean, ugly stepsisters
    caring fairy godmothers
    tall oak trees whispering
    a song no one can hear
    cackling witches
    old bearded wizards
    stuffy shopkeepers
    greedy innkeepers
    handsome princes
    pretty princesses
    balls with women wearing
    too much makeup
    and frilly dresses
    tenacious, tired trolls
    This world
    lives in the hidden corners
    of all our souls
 
    Sarah Diaz
    Grade 6, Ira Harbison Elementary
    Poet-teacher:  Glory Foster
    Teacher:  Cloe Mower
 
 
 
 
Special Award
from the Greater San Diego Council of Teachers of English
 
 
 
   The Whispering Brook
 
    There’s a cottage in my mind,
    a welcoming place
    like a warm summer’s day.
 
    Behind my cottage is a brook
    that whispers in the night.
 
    When I fish in my brook I catch words
    that warm my heart,
    like charm, harbor and pledge.
 
    I store the caught words
    in a blue velvet bag
    that I keep under my pillow.
 
    But the words I can’t catch
    whisper with the brook
    like fairies at midnight.
 
    Hannah Riedy
    Grade 4, Hearst Elementary
    Poet-Teacher: Celia Sigmon
    Teacher: Chris Vasquez
 
 
 
 
 
Special Award
from the Greater San Diego Council of Teachers of English