2011 Robert Frost Youth Poet Winning Poems
2011 Robert Frost Youth Poet
Ben Mathias
Ms. Hawkins, teacher
The Paul School
60 Taylor Way
Sanbornville, N.H. 03872
Mountains I see snow-capped tops that rise from the clouds, I see green pine trees that blow in the wind, This is what it’s like when you’re on a mountain. The cold snow that freezes you at touch, The rough rock side that makes it whole, This is what it’s like when you’re on a mountain. Hear the birds chirping as you make your way to the top, Hear the shaking of the tree branches as you pass by, This is what it’s like to be on a mountain. Taste the sweet berries that grow in the bushes, If the bears and birds don’t get them first, This is what it’s like to be on a mountain. Smell the fresh air as you climb up the sides, Smell the pine needles that rise overhead, That’s what it’s like when you’re on a mountain.
Belknap County Poet
Christine Beane
Ms. Kristina Conti, teacher
Holy Trinity School
50 Church St.
Laconia, NH 03246
Mountains When spring comes around, Water flows down The side of the mountain. When hiking a trail, The sound of creeks ring In your ears. At this time, All the snow has melted In the heat of the fiery, Orange ball, Lit up in the sky As we tilt closer. You see the chipmunks Running up and down trees, Waiting for the arrival of summer. Birds frantically fly Back and forth from branch to branch, Collecting for a nest. Thankful for the view, The people with you, too, Thankful for the flowers, Watered by the showers. All of the sights and sounds Of a mountain spring. A reminder to count blessings.
Belknap County Honorable Mention Poet
Renee Corriveau
Mrs. Faria, teacher
Pleasant Street School
350 Pleasant St.
Laconia, NH 03246
Child: Oh, mountain, oh mountain, high up in the sky, Can you answer my questions, can you tell me why, There is snow on the top, and dirt down below, Rocks in the middle, How can it be so? Mountain: The elevation is higher, the condensation is cold, Up on the top it freezes your toes, yet down by The bottom, where the weather is warm, Is where I see hikers, walking through not a storm. Child: Do you ever see people way up on your top? Mountain: Sometimes in bundles, about ready to freeze, But never do they climb to the top with ease. Child: Thank you, dear mountain, I’ve learned a whole lot, I can’t wait to climb you, I’ll reach the top!
Carroll County Poet
Ariana Hilliard
Carol McKinley, teacher
Moultonborough Central School
P. O. Box 149
916 Whittier Highway
Moultonborough, NH 03254
Let Us Head Home Let us head home Through the tall, tall grass Following the sunshine As it dances all around us. Let us breathe In the cool mountain air As we make our way Through the fog To the cool river water. Let us go home with the breeze On our backs as darkness sets in surrounding us. The fading sun casts a sleepy shadow over The nearby town, the creatures big and small begin To turn in. Let us go home to our cabin on high Nestled amongst us, the early spring garden. The clouds are softly resting and the Brooks are quietly babbling as we Drift off to sleep on mother nature’s Mountains.
Carroll County Honorable Mention Poet
Christopher Martin
Susan Dobbs, teacher
Cornerstone Christian Academy
129 Rt. 28
Ossipee, NH 03864
The Climb I am ready for my big adventure. When I start to climb, I feel excited. I can feel the rocks under my feet. They tickle. I can hear the stream flowing past. The rocks tumbling as I walk. When I reach the top I can see A wonderful view of all the Mountains!
Cheshire County Poet
Kamron Pritchard
Mrs. Sergeant, teacher
James Faulkner School
200 School St.
Stoddard, NH 03464
The Old Man of the Mountain The old man of the Mountain looks very fluid Might be very rough Cheshire County Honorable Mention Poet Marcus Copeland Clark Mrs. Sergeant, teacher James Faulkner School 200 School St. Stoddard, NH 03464 The Old Man’s Poem Rocky, man-like hill Sunny, Orange, luminous Dim, thick, red, cloudy
Coos County Poet
Dillan Petrie
Mrs. Galasyn, teacher
Stratford Public School
19 School St.
Stratford, NH 03590
The mountains of New Hampshire are by far the very best, They are wonderful for hiking or a picnic if you wish. All year long they’re beautiful as seasons pass us by. So, come to New Hampshire and give our mountains a try!
Grafton County Poet
Jacob Slaughter
Alice Eberhardt, teacher
Bernice A. Ray School
26 Reservoir Rd.
Hanover, NH 03755
The Nature of the Peaks Shrouded by the Morning Mist Tall, majestic, proud. Hikers climbing to the top Tall, majestic, proud. Weathered peaks and luscious slopes Tall, majestic, proud. Sometimes jutting, sometimes ragged Tall, majestic, proud. Sometimes smooth and sometimes subtle Tall, majestic, proud. One thing they have in common, though Tall, majestic, proud. They are all time and mystery Tall, majestic, proud. Mystery.
Grafton County Honorable Mention Poet
Jack Lynch Steven Dayno, teacher The Lyme School 35 Union St. Lyme, NH 03768
Mountains Small streams trickle down it, Short trees sway on it, A fresh, brisk breeze blows over it, It is a mountain.
Hillsborough County Poet
Cameryn Nichols,
Elaine Hebert, teacher
Infant Jesus School
3 Crown St.
Nashua, NH 03060
The Power of a Mountain Year after year I sit here watching wildlife roam Also I watch the flowers grow and the wild rivers foam. Once I saw a little girl with big, brown eyes. She sat down, hugged her knew, then began to cry. I asked her what was wrong through the gentle wind. She answered saying, “I have just lost my very best friend.” My natural beauty calmed her right down, Then on her face I saw a smile instead of a frown. You can always count on me to solve any problem at all. Whether it’s a big problem, a medium problem, or a problem very small. So if you have an issue, come to me right away, I promise you I’ll have something good to say.
Hillsborough County Honorable Mention Poet
Molly Riley
Leslie Riley, homeschool teacher
38 Constance St.
Bedford, NH 03110
The Summit Warm wind flows through my hair As I walk I hear chipmunks rustle in the trees. The sounds of streams are trickling down the mountain. As I walk I enjoy the smell of sap dripping Down the maple trees. I hike further up, the trees are getting Smaller and smaller. I can tell I am close. Finally I hike to the summit. I eat lunch at the summit. As I eat I enjoy the scenery of the mountains. Hiking back down is exhausting, But I know I achieved my goal.
Merrimack County Poet
Grace O’Neill
Ms. Ray Conner, teacher
Green Valley School
389 Pembroke St.
Pembroke, NH 03275
Spring On The Mountain Spring on the mountain is just so sweet. When butterflies fly like soft wheat. The butterflies land on just-right grass, As the wind blows softly past. But somewhere above, you talk to me. When you’re upset, you blow angrily. When you’re happy, you flow like a gentle stream. You always let me know what you mean.
Merrimack County Honorable Mention Poet
Katherine Wieck
Mrs. Karen Gingrich, Mrs. Theresa Minogue, teachers
Canterbury Elementary School
15 Baptist Rd.
Canterbury, NH 03224
A Day of a Mountain The coolness of the wet morning Dew is refreshing on the White Mountains The smells of pine and crisp leaves Fill the air Giant trees towering over like umbrellas A doe leads its fawn to some delectable Grass on the mountainside The sun is shining like a ball Of fire in the mid-afternoon sky Radiant sunsets stretch Across the everlasting sky day after day The forest animals walk, fly, And swim in the beautiful Glow of the sunset.
Rockingham County Poet
Nicole Blanchard
Ms. Susan Pitman, teacher
Hampstead Academy
320 East Rd.
Hampstead, NH 03841
Home Downward, Downward, I drop to the ground. Scant as a feather, I gently lie Upon the mountain’s rocky ground. Blowing, Blowing, The wind picks up as I silently glide through the Mountain’s canopy. I let the wind blow against my Mahogany-colored stem and the veins that bring Me nutrients. Rising, Rising, I soar over the dense ground where the animals Frolic, over the tree limbs where the birds sing their Song of the mountain, and up, up into the endless sun-filled sky. I look over all the fiery autumn colors and all The glory of my peaceful kingdom upon the mountain. Downward, Downward, I drop to the ground once more Slowly, I descend to the granite covered earth, In which I call home.
Rockingham County Honorable Mention Poet
Jared Burns
Mrs. Tager, teacher
Barron School
55 Butler St.
Salem, NH 03079
New Hampshire Mountains Oh mountains you’re so tall and bright. Towering At your colossal height. Poking into the bright blue Sky. You can probably see the whole world if You’re up that high! Birds dare each other to fly Over your peak and end up going through the Atmosphere as a comet streak. To the mountains I Will now say good-bye, the New Hampshire Mountain Up there high in the sky.
Strafford County Poet
Jackie Kovalcin
Aimee Krauss, teacher
Rollinsford Grade School
487 Locust St.
Rollinsford, NH 03869
Mountain The mountain stream Took my soul. The mangey bird’s call Took my heart. The magical waterfall Took my beliefs. I am now a mountain.
Strafford County Honorable Mention Poet
Emelia Lamie
Pamela McAdam-Silver, teacher
East Rochester School
773 Portland St.
East Rochester, NH 03868
Hiking Through The Beautiful Scenes I hope to go hiking today To behold all the beautiful scenes The emerald trees The sparkling water And the evergreens As the lifeless trees die Seedlings grow in their places Developing fresh growth becomes Tall narrow trees Sparkling water shimmers in streams Beautiful trees sway in the wind Hiking to the summit Breathtaking scenery surrounds me
Sullivan County Poet
Morgan Gunn
Ms. Sue Unsworth, teacher
Goshen-Lempster Cooperative
29 School Rd.
Lempster, NH 03605
High Above Me I see the mountain Stand high above me. I start to climb it. As I climb I look back. The breezy weather goes through Me like a ghost. At the top The sun glints off the shiny mica. I look up at the sun then look Back down at the rocky trail. Suddenly I knew it was time to go. So I hurried down the mountain To get home before sunset. I see the mountain stand high above me.
Sullivan County Honorable Mention Poet
Sarah Ball
Mindy Taber, teacher
Plainfield Elementary School
92 Bonner Rd.
Meriden, NH 03770
Mountain By a Lake MORNING Mountain by a lake silhouetted in the sky My, that’s beautiful I say The reflection of mountain the lake ripples in the wind I’m astonished at the beauty of it The colorful mountain in the morning NIGHT As night falls, everything seems to disappear All except the mountain by a lake I can still see the lake and mountain by it Standing still in the cool night breeze Wind making ripples in the water DAWN I can barely make out the mountain It looks just as pretty as before The mountain’s reflection in the water The purple, blue, gray mountain stands tall It will be there forever