2018 Youth Poetry Competition Winners

1st PLACE – KINDERGARTEN and 1st GRADE
SCHOOL

by Khloe Munns
Sometimes sunny.

Cold!

Hot!

Ouch! We get hurt.

Outside we go!

Love SCHOOL!

 

2nd PLACE – KINDERGARTEN and 1st GRADE
SPRING

by Wheeler Smith
Seeds

Plants

Rainbow

Insects

Nite

Grass

3rd PLACE – KINDERGARTEN and 1st GRADE
FAMILIES ARE KINDNESS

by Caroline Whipple
Kids

Important

Nice

Dancing

Never

Ending

Smiles

Special


1st PLACE – 2nd and 3rd GRADES
FAMILY IS FOREVER

by Paityn Ward
Family is forever.

I know it because of my great-grandma.

I loved her. I still do.

We would make cookies on sunny summer days.

I love that.

We would put

The yummy cookies in the oven.

The smell was wonderful.

While we were waiting, we would play our favorite game, Scramble.

She would always win.

My grandma is as sweet as a smoothie.

2nd PLACE – 2nd and 3rd GRADES
GRANDMA, WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

by Jayda Kimberling
Grandma, where are you from?

Where are you from, Grandma?

I’m from a farm with cows, horses and chickens.

I’m from laundry hung out to dry

early morning milking cows

playing with my friends

helping my mother cook.

I’m from getting eggs from the chickens

dial phones and phones on the walls.

I’m from washing dishes and setting the table.

I’m from a family with love hearts

and warm cookies in the oven.

I’m from a laugh making family

with hearts full of joy and love.

That is where I’m from.

3rd PLACE – 2nd and 3rd GRADES
FAMILY

by William Whipple
Family is a happy place

A place of love and joy.

With brothers, sisters, mom and dad

and perhaps a baby boy.

 

It might be full of happiness

It might be full of fun.

There could be times of sorrow

but there’s joy for everyone.


1st PLACE – 4th and 5th GRADES
MY HOME

by Jes Schow
I live where no one goes,

Up where the wind softly blows.

Past fences, past trees

Where there’s always a gentle breeze.

There’s a turn, then a broken gate,

It looks like someone stopped too late!

A country home now stands by the trees,

And two trailers covered in maple leaves.

 

Three old sheds, one not in use

And one with a door that’s kind of loose.

One shed doesn’t look too cold

Even though inside it’s eerily cold.

 

Some people might think this place is junk,

But my family calls it a real slam dunk!

We found it by chance, we went for a roam

Now we call this old place our wonderful home.

2nd PLACE – 4th and 5th GRADES
JUST A DAY

by Riglee Peterson
I wanted to swim in my pool

But I had to go to school.

I put on my boots and walked out the door

Stomping hard upon the floor.

 

I rode the bus

Putting up a fuss.

Finally, school was over for the day

Now I’m going home to play.

 

Mom was going on a walk

With friends so she could talk.

I asked if I could maybe go

But she told me absolutely no!

 

I thought that I would play a game,

But Dad’s thought was not the same.

He said my room was quite a mess

And mom agreed, and said, “Yes!”

 

I sat and pouted, and soon after

I hear my mom’s funny laughter.

I hurry up to clean my room,

I didn’t know she’d be back so soon.

 

Well, I guess tomorrow is another day

And I’ll have more time to laugh and play.

Ohhh, maybe Jack could come over

And play a game of Red Rover.

3rd PLACE – 4th and 5th GRADES
DRAGON

by Aubree Palmer
Come gather around and hear a story

About a hero who the Welsh dragon fights.

We start off at a castle

In the middle of the night.

 

The stable boy was told with dragon defeat

A princess he can marry.

Atop the hill with sword in hand

It was the dragon, and he did not want to tarry.

 

The king does not want his daughter

To marry a stable boy

For the stable boy’s sword was made out of wood;

He was just the king’s toy.

 

That is where our story ends

The hero is left in the dust

The princess gets a different suitor,

So be careful who you trust.

3rd PLACE – 4th and 5th GRADES
WELSH HERITAGE

by Joe Willie
Welsh, my ancestors

My Welsh comes from both sides

Their blood is in me.


1st PLACE – MIDDLE SCHOOL
MY FAMILY

by Caleb Matthews
My family is fun

My family likes to play in the bright sun

My Dad is very tall

His favorite season is fall

My sister is very smart

I love her with all my heart

My brother is fast

He is a blast

My mom is the best

Because of her I am blessed.

2nd  PLACE – MIDDLE SCHOOL
A WELSH FAMILY TRADITION

by Kristal Ford
Welsh family traditions are the handing down or passing of

Customs or social practices from love

In families from generation to generation

Their traditions come from a strong Wales nation.

 

March 1st is St. David’s Day;

The Welsh families do everything the traditional way.

There is a feast, music, and symbolic dress;

To the patron St. David of Wales, they bless.

 

Eisteddfod is a traditional festival of music and poetry

With eight days of competitors all knowingly.

Competitive families with musical or poetic ability

Eagerly wait to become the Bard and gain nobility.

 

Traditional Welsh food can date back long ago

From royalty to festivals the heritage needs to know.

Such great recipes like cawl and Welsh cake

Given from a mother to her family to make.

 

A Malad Valley Welsh Festival is something for families to see

Lots of games, music, and vendors are the place to be.

With traditional food, poetry, and exhibits in the cultural hall

To the family-friendly volunteers who welcome us all.

3rd PLACE – MIDDLE SCHOOL
FAMILY

by Branson Stephensen
Family is with me.

Day and Night there by my side.

Brothers and Sisters.

 

Family is with me.

Always working together.

Building and Digging.

 

Family is with me.

Grateful for all that they do.

Always in my heart.


1st PLACE – HIGH SCHOOL
OUR ANCESTRY

by Stephie Briggs
Fear and excitement burning in their veins,

Off to new horizons, off to new plains,

Searching for a new life and freedom, too,

Finding their way over the ocean blue.

 

A land with opportunities galore,

They had the courage to open the door,

Learning new customs, and keeping ours, too.

 

And now here we are many years past,

Trying to make their legacy last.

2nd PLACE – HIGH SCHOOL
LEAVING WALES

by J.D. Atkinson
They left the mines where they never saw the sun,

And would work until the job got done.

As the wind pushed their sails,

They hoped they would find a place like Wales.

When they found a safer place like home,

With more freedom to let them roam,

They were left in awe.

Later they looked around and saw,

Valleys and mountains far and wide,

Never seeing an end on either side.

Raising animals and planting crops,

They found the sun they almost forgot.

Finding themselves looking back,

They longed for mining which was their knack.

Their bodies were weak but their hearts were willing,

When they worked so hard for just two shillings.

They never lost their sense of Wales,

They just replaced the coal with past tales.

3rd PLACE – HIGH SCHOOL
NECESSITY

by Garren Huckaby
I heard a story not long ago–

A story that we all should know.

For even though it hurt my pride,

The truth no longer will be denied.

 

My little brother spoke to me.

He said his class was being taught about necessity.

The teacher defined it as an essential part of life,

Then began the battering that caused me so mu ch strife.

 

She gave examples of this word, like power, or good roads

Good light for reading, and a comfortable abode.

They listed things that had no names 100 years ago,

Some things are important. But how could we stoop so low?

 

People lived and died here with little o’re their heads,

So we could come long after and live here in their stead.

Please remember what they did. Remember who they are.

Because of them, we have this world, a refuge from all harm.

3rd PLACE – HIGH SCHOOL
M
Y TOWN

by Britta Sperry
The years slip past, but the buildings are the same.

A little older, but still there anyway.

The same families live here that did in the past.

Price, Jones, and Ward are names that will outlast.

Students go to school year after long year,

Every class has the same students and peers.

The rain falls just like it did back then,

And the road fills with potholes again.

Time goes month by month, day by day

But our small town Malad will stay the same.