Youngsters win in poetry competition

Poet winners EMN-150429-181336001

Poet winners EMN-150429-181336001

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The young winners of a junior poetry competition which attarcted entries from across the globe have received their prizes.

Stamford Arts Centre ran the competition to on the theme of Where I Live to encourage youngsters to put pen to paper.

Award-winning poet Wendy Cope handed out the prizes of Walkers Bookshop tokens, as well as poetry compilations which Wendy kindly signed.

Our picture shows the local winners with Wendy; Benjamin Saunders, Klarissa Mistry, James M Usher, Tasha Mountain, Esme Hoomtje-Fisher and Hanna Hughes.

Number 13

 

I live in a universe

On lovely earth

In the beautiful UK

In brilliant England

Close to the great town of Stamford

In peaceful Uffington

At not so unlucky number 13

With a huge room and a snug bed

Next door to an inspiring church spire

With a large garden

Full of snowdrops and daffodils and pink blossoming trees

And a slightly dim cat

Near a nice river walk

Where elegant swans glide slowly by.

By Benjamin Saunders.

Winner: Under nines category

My Village

Children gather like wild rabbits,

Chatting, laughing and playing,

Linked together as friends or mates.

Lush, emerald parks speckled with wild flowers which are hand to tame,

Overgrown foliage makes the perfect dens,

Creaking swings allow you to fly to up above, into space like an astronaut,

Round, round, roundabouts.

Shaggy playful dogs madly wag their tails,

Sniff; sniff as if they’ve got a cold,

They climb all of the time.

Ice cold sharp winer winds pierce my skin,

Frost and air as fresh as mints,

Snow melting as fast as Usain Bolt runnin.

The smell of fresh bread, cakes and cookies come from the local bakery,

Sweet, delicate also vibrant coloured flowers blossom as I walk past the florist,

Friendly, glowing faces welcome you where I live...

By Klarissa Mistry.

Winner: Under 13 category

By the Cambs

The cows continue to fascinate scores of school kids

The air is free with rings of cycles

The greenery shimmers,

 the sky is an eager blue 

A Morgan’s constructer nods to me as I walk by

Two ducks waddle slowly, solemnly

Calling to each other with a prolonged waak

As they cross Trumpington Road, at its busiest

Seasoned peak traffic commuters stare, bemused

As they dry their wet wings in the leisurely rays of light 

Velvety darkness sparkles,and the streets glow gold

A row of Narnian street lamps

The wind whips not, it dances 

Branches weave their way betwixt the black embossed lamps

Boots click on the bronze buttons scattered within the pavement

By Ashwini Thayyil.

Winner: age 13-17 category