Winners of the WITS ‘The Future’ Poetry Contest!
Congratulations to the winners and finalists of our second WITS Poetry Contest! Students were asked to submit a poem about ‘the future’, inspired by Al Gore’s upcoming talk on his new book, The Future: Six Drivers of Global Change. Baylee Bonagofsky won the contest with her poem “Memories”. Millie Jones, Kiya Smith, Maggie Garetson, and Nathaniel Faustino were finalists. Read their outstanding poetry below!
MemoriesWhen I hear the bang of the bat making perfect connection with the ball, I remember a time of no pain, where the only thing that mattered was getting the win. And I wonder if I will ever be able to step in the batter’s box and face another pitcher. And I wish more than anything that I will. When I smell the grease of the freshly-cooked ballpark burgers, I remember all the quick meals between games that would leave you ready for the next. And I wonder if I will ever taste a burger like I did after a long game. And I wish more than anything that I will. When I see a girl walking around in tightly-fit baseball pants, I remember the busy schedules and early mornings. And I wonder if I will ever go to bed knowing the next day is a game day. And I wish more than anything that I will. When I taste the salt from sunflower seeds, I remember the millions of bags of seeds bought throughout the years. And I wonder if I will ever add another bag of seeds to the collection piled in my bat bag. And I wish more than anything that I will. When I feel the thick red stitching of the ball, I remember the countless hours playing catch. And I wonder if I will ever feel the ball entering my mitt again. And I wish more than anything that I will.
Nathan Hale High School
I Am in the DarkI am the space in-between the spaces, The spaces where heads are rested, A skinny mess, Only just louder and more obnoxious than you. Recording all and everything you said, Typewriters and tempers and just till you realize, You are no better, No better than it all. I broke a bone once, And it cracked, Cracked like thunder, You are that thunder and I am the aftermath, The burned leaves and the silence. So give me a moment, To wallow in the silence, Before you decide that you’re right. I am my Mothers laugh, You told me that, But I’m more like you really, I’m more like your fire and your fingers as they stroke your hair. So don’t go, Don’t go just yet, I want to tell you everything I don’t want to tell you. If I could ever make you happy, Tell me, Tell me twice, I’d like to hear that. Forget about leaving spaces, Fill the page, I mean, You’re a writer right? I scream that I’m the sunset, Centre of the universe, Of all of it. Really though, I’m dusty dusk, You are the sun set, All your energy and vigour depleting. I’m not so big, I’m kind of small, But I’d build you house, If you’d give me a door. So give me a door , Give me a window, An escape. I am almost dark, You are almost light, You’d never admit it though, Would you ?
McClure Middle School
The FutureFlying cars and homes So much technology like Robot dogs and cats
McClure Middle School
The FutureThe future holds the unimaginable
with flying houses
and unicorns for cars.
The future holds everyone’s sadness
so all that is left on Earth
What the future contains
is more than you can bear.
The world will be full of laughter
happiness and joy, in the air.
Seattle Children’s Hospital
A Recipe for a Calm Day1 weekend 1 shining sun 2 cups of candy 1 TV Me 1 bed The sound of robins chirping No hospital