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Poetry Winners | ||||||||||||||||||||||
Earlier this year,students from Harts High School's writing class submitted poetry enteries to Creative Communications,Inc. The poetry winners were chosen on their literary merit,creativity,and social awareness. The judges are still reviewing the poems to award over $ 1500 in prizes to the top poets. The following students have been selected to have their poems published in the Creative Communications anthology - A CELEBRATION OF YOUNG POETS . For each grade level (4-6 ;7-9 ; 10-12) the top ten poets will be given a $ 50.00 savings bond and a complimentary copy of the anthology. Nancy Runyon ( 11th. grade) and Tarra Tomblin(12th. grade) have been selected to have their poems published and are still in the final round of judging for the top ten poets. |
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Tarra and Nancy | ||||||||||||||||||||||
I am from a home of illusions, Where we all appear happy. I am from a home where screams And shouts, hits and slaps Are hidden behind closed doors. Where tears are hidden behind False facades of empty smiles And hollow laughter. I am from a broken home Where I can rely on no one But myself, for all others fail me ultimately I am from a home where My parents play me against one another And pretend everything's fine. I am from a family where Daddy drinks and has no time, Where Momma always has a romance Where we all know what happens But pretend none of it does ~ Nancy~ |
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Graduation The best times of our lives will so be gone when we pack up and move along Our high school life will be over soon. Soon only memories that we have to make do Best Friend-N-Dates we leave behind and adult life we now have to abide Puppy love & summers flings Will be memories of happy things Christmas with the ones you love Now fly away like a snow white dove Graduation time is near time to shed all our goodbye TEARS The times of love & laugh we now leave in that flash Once the caps hit the air though we have wished "to be out of there" WE pray for one more day to stay we in some wat wish it wasn't Graduation Day!! |
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