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Runners-up in The Herald-Mail's first poetry contest

February 09, 2013

Runners-up in the adult division:

“Sitting With My Daddy”

Sitting with my daddy
Beside the fishing hole,
Sometimes talking, sometimes listening,
Side by side, pole to pole.

Sitting with my daddy
Riding in the car,
Sometimes talking, sometimes listening,
Side by side, near and far.

Sitting with my daddy
Watching flowers grow,
Sometimes talking, sometimes listening,
Side by side, how to hoe.

Sitting with my daddy
Watching birds take flight,
Sometimes talking, sometimes listening,
Side by side, morn and night.

Sitting with my daddy
On a pew of wood,
Sometimes talking, sometimes listening,
Side by side, God is good.

Sitting with my daddy
By the edge of his bed,
Sometimes talking, sometimes listening,
Side by side, by his bed.

Sitting with my daddy
Nearing Heaven’s gate,
Sometimes talking, sometimes listening,
Side by ... Alone now. My time to wait.

— By Kitty Harbaugh of Williamsport


“Love’s Path”

When love is born, right from the start,
It winds a path throughout each heart,
Gathering memories as they abound,
Over rough, smooth or stony ground:
A squeeze of the hand, a knowing glance,
Sorrows shared and days to dance.
Along love’s path, they reap and sow
The richest blessings only they can know.
Memories grow sweet and love grows stronger.
Years hurry by and the path grows longer.
Still side by side, two hearts are one.
The days are numbered and the path winds on.
Another turn, another bend,
Love’s path, begun, has no end.
Into Heaven they shall know
Two hearts will have a special glow.

— By Ida Mae Hill of Hagerstown.




Runners-up for the teen division:

“Pirates and Princesses”

Silent, little, sleeping ships
Pull away from shore.
Lose their grip on docks and banks,
Slip away forever more.

Once a stage for pirates,
Now they’ve all gone home.
Princesses become queens one day,
Leaving robbers all alone.

Minstrels sing sweet ballads
Of men and girls long past,
Boys that grow up into kings
And love not built to last.

Silent, little, sleeping vessels
Carrying sickness without cure.
Only empty caskets now —
Pasts nothing more than lore.

— By David J. Hills, 17, of Hagerstown



“Heartbreak”

It comes at you fast like
lightning.
Coursing through your veins
with power you would never
believe existed in this world.

Your heart beats as loud
as thunder;
echoing endlessly in your ears.
Beats as fast as
a hummingbird’s wings
trying to break free of this
binding cage.

Your eyes start
clouding over.
Making it impossible
to see sense.
The tunnel vision
kicks in
and all you can see
is them.

The tears start —
raindrops on this chilly night
leaving you feeling
numb.
A river streaming down
your face.
A constant flow
of endless pain.

— By Stephane Mohr, 14, of Hagerstown.



Runners-up for the children’s division:

“Love, Love, Love”

Love, love, love, I love you!
Love, love, love, and you do too!
Love, love, love, I love everyone!
Love, love, love, let’s have some fun!

Love, love, love, I love you!
Love, love, love, and you do too!
Love, love, love, you’re the best from east to west!
Love, love, love, and so are all the rest!

— By Elena and Reed Althouse, both 6, of Hagerstown


“I Love My Mom”

My mom took me to Washington, D.C.
Another time we went to Ocean City.
The beach there is very pretty.
My mom likes to watch my brother and I play ball.
I like to play in the leaves in the fall.
I can’t wait for summer to play with my mom in the pool.
Being home with her is really cool!

— By Cody Barney, 6, of Berkeley Springs, W.Va.


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