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  • Introduction

    April 2016 marks the fifteenth annual Morris County Library Children's Poetry Festival; held each year during

    National Poetry Month. This year ninety young people, grades 1-7, submitted verses. Our festivities wrap up

    with a Poetry Party at which all participants receive certificates of recognition. This year we thank the Morris

    County Library Foundation for their generous donation of four prizes.

    Judging the poems were three of our librarians: Joanne Cronin, Mitch Greenberg, and Miriam Kornblatt. The

    Festival was overseen by Supervising Librarian Princess Thomas and Elizabeth DeVincenzo of Children’s

    Services. The online Poetry Booklet was designed by Graphic Artist Marylou Sparano. Thanks to them all.

    We particularly appreciate the engagement and strong support of teachers at the Normandy Park and Peck

    schools.

    Congratulations to all our poets. Keep writing!

    Darren O’Neill

    Chief Librarian

    Morris County Library

    Whippany, NJ

    http://www.mclib.info

    http://www.mclib.info/

  • Saniya Tariq April 5, 2016

    Poetry

    Basketball Limerick

    There once was a girl who played basketball

    She has the advantage of being tall

    She can get the rebound

    Without hitting the ground

    Of course she won the championship that's all

  • Avery

    Hi, my name is Avery,

    I don't like food that is savory.

    I like junk food much better,

    Even in the darkest weather,

    And I don't like Thanksgiving gravy.

  • Friendship

  • Behind the Block Uh-hu uh-hu

    The breath breathes

    Never stopping

    The heart screams and screams

    “Let me out”

    The pool glistens a blue

    The blue that has never changed

    This moment I dread and plead for

    The moment behind the block

    The race before me ends

    I pull myself up from the chair

    My stomach is flipping and churning and rolling

    This is the moment I dread and plead for

    The moment behind the block

    My feet step up on the white

    I‛m shaking like a baby in the forest

    I bend down

    Careful

    Not

    To

    Make

    A

    Sound

    My chin stays down

  • Pinned to my neck

    My heart is running

    Around and around

    This is the moment I dread and plead for

    The moment on the block

    The water hits me like ice

    Cold and hard

    My legs uncontrollably kick

    up and down

    My body sways in the wave

    Not pausing

    This is the moment I dread and plead for

    The moment in the water

    My arms fly out of the water

    Front to back

    In a loop

    Ch

    Ch

    The water echos in my ear

    My heart is louder than the water

    Boom boom

    Boom boom

    My hands pull the water

    Pulling to the gold

    My body skims the ground then the surface

    My hands grap hard cement

    This is the moment I dread and plead for

    The moment at the wall

    I push away and start again

    Up

  • Down

    Up

    Down

    My arm aches

    my legs cry out in pain

    But nothing will stop me

    The end comes close into reach

    I peer from side to side

    I see a face creeping up on me

    My arms and legs start to move rapidly

    My hand just touch the cement

    My eyes flew up to the scoreboard Mary Gillen 1st place 40:05

    This is the moment I plead for

    The moment of winning the gold

    - Mary Gillen

  • Pine Cones

    Pine cones that have a rough coat

    Spiky layers to protect its body

    They look like many different shells

    Put together in a pattern

    They also look like a Christmas tree

    WIth fine brown leaves

    Pinecones, that sound like a song

    With a stick to brush it

    They look like corn on the cob

    Fresh and ready for dinner

    Reminds me of a big staircase

    That goes on for almost ever

    Pine cones, one of nature's treasures

    A creature of the wild,

    Without arms, legs and a mouth

  • But they can survive and be alive

    Like all of natures creatures.

    By, Shaan Thakker

  • Roller Skating

    Woosh!

    Gliding though

    the rink.

    Feeling Wind

    in your hair

    Around in circles

    Again and again.

  • One Quiet Afternoon By: Saanvi Vavilala

    One quiet afternoon, On a sunny day in June,

    I tried to write a poem While I was humming a catchy tune.

    I couldn't stop the song

    From bouncing all around It was distracting me from thinking,

    And boy, it was strong!

    I picked up my pen To start writing again,

    But I gazed up at the clouds And there I saw a fuzzy white hen!

    I tore my eyes away and tried To make my thoughts abide,

    But then I heard a strange sound And looked for a place to hide.

    From behind my desk I take a peek,

    It was only the door that made a creak! I’ll just try to get a line out

    And turn it into something unique.

    Mom calls, “Dinner time!” “I'll be right there!” I chime.

    The blank paper stares at me What an idea this was of mine.

    Poems are not for me,

    They just aren’t my cup of tea. Maybe I will try some other day

    When I find the key to poetry.

  • Marshall Herman

    Mrs. Muller

    English Griffin

    3/2/16

    I AM Poem

    I am a fragile savior.

    I seek land and a sacred place

    I long for justice for my punished kin

    I feel sadness for my fellow race

    I am a fragile savior.

    I worship those of greater power

    I float aloft the mountaintops, yet one still soars above me

    I build in stones that come to life

    I withstand what others can’t, in times when it is needed

    I am a fragile savior.

  • War Hit the clock, game is on White goes first with his pawn War is fought by black and white L shaped jumps moved by knight Protect the king at all cost If you fail all is lost Do not make an illegal move For the master disapproves Maneuver with your intellect Hopefully, you will not get checked Three games are played with a group of four Losing all three will send you through the door Gaining your ranking will mean harder masters Battle on, do not make any disasters Time up, battle over Triumphant takeover By Franklin Mau Peck School 5th Grade Mrs. Muller

  • Marshall Herman Mrs. Muller English Griffin 3/2/16

    I AM Poem I am a fragile savior.

    I seek land and a sacred place I long for justice for my punished kin

    I feel sadness for my fellow race I am a fragile savior.

    I worship those of greater power I float aloft the mountaintops, yet one still soars above me

    I build in stones that come to life I withstand what others can’t, in times when it is needed

    I am a fragile savior.

  • Mason Kung

    Fire

  • summer in st. petersburg by: Laurel Minde we're wheeling through all these crowded rooms 'cause the heavens said: "you're so young to be dying so soon" but she called me a wide-eyed child with stars in my veins fragments of lucifer's broken heart and his lover's remains we acted as though our orange juice was mixed with vodka shots canada sent its regards in packs of menthols, our rotting thoughts and though she called me a wild-eyed child with arsenic in my veins

    you can fossilize my scars, you won't take away their pain

  • Alexandra Ouzounian Mrs. Muller English Gorgon April 19, 2016

    Spring Has Sprung The flowers sway so gracefully As the crisp breeze blows The delicate flowers come in an array of all different hues Yellows, Pinks, Oranges, and Light Blue A plethora of gorgeous colors cover the ground Like a double rainbow planted all over the ground Some flowers stand straight and some droop down The majestic tree surrounded by mulch proudly protects the fragile plants It’s limbs covered in thick bark stretch far over the bed of flowers Leaves of amber are rustling on the trees limbs Over head flies many birds disrupting the calm environment They chirp like a harmoniously choir is singing Bees buzzing all around as they collect sticky yellow pollen silently As they fly around it looks as if they are chasing each other It looks like a beautiful scene from a Monet painting The grass is extremely soft as it tickles the palm of your hand Bugs adventure all throughout the tree Making many small holes As the breeze stops blowing Everything pauses All goes back to being peaceful and quiet