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Robert Frost Youth Poet Program Winners Announced

UNH co-sponsors annual statewide contest

By Erika L. Mantz
UNH News Bureau

June 23, 2003

EDITORS: The winning poems from each county are included for publication.

DURHAM, N.H. - Patrick Church, a fourth-grader in Mrs. Kleinschrodt's class at the Lancaster Elementary School in Lancaster, has been named the 2003 Robert Frost Youth Poet for the state of New Hampshire.

The contest is open to all New Hampshire fourth-graders who submitted poems on the theme "Changing Times in New Hampshire." Several writers wrote poems in response to the loss of the Old Man of the Mountain. Church's poem titled "Changes Over the Years" follows:

Olden days
And newer ways,
Winter times
And summer shines.

From Concord Coach
To hunters that poach,
From the things we say
To the things we play.

From the population
To the transportation,
From farming potatoes
To canning tomatoes.

From burning coal
To fixing potholes,
From milking cows
To pop gun pows.

From digging with spades
To costume parades,
From hunting with need
To hunting with greed.

From one room schools
To mechanical tools,
From building a house
To hunting ruffed grouse.

From tobacco and barley
To riding a Harley.
From being ruled by a king
To new ideas a governor can bring.

From runaway slaves
To treehouses and caves,
From the servant's quarters
To shopping at Borders.

Those are the changes
In New Hampshire.

Church's poem was selected from 600 entries in the annual contest sponsored by the Trustees of the Robert Frost Homestead, Dimond Library at the University of New Hampshire, the state Division of Parks and Recreation, and the New Hampshire Poetry Society. The Robert Frost Youth Poet Program is supported by funds from the Finisterre Fund of the New Hampshire Charitable Foundation.

In addition to the statewide winner, a youth poet is chosen for each of the state's counties, and runners-up also are selected. All winners were honored Saturday, June 21, 2003, at the Robert Frost Farm in Derry and the poems will be preserved in a permanent archive in UNH's Dimond Library. Following is a list of winners from each county:

Belknap County: Samuel Emmit Carpenter, Barnstead Elementary School

Carroll County: Ceci Mancuso, Tuftonboro Central School
Honorable Mention: Brittini Desrosiers, Ossipee Central School

Cheshire County: Sean Hennigan, Chesterfield School
Honorable Mention: Matt Pro, Chesterfield School

Coos County: Stockton Hicks, Lancaster School
Honorable Mention: Jacob Moyer, Lancaster School

Grafton County: Alexandra Cox, Campton Elementary
Honorable Mention: Claire Weaver, Crossroads Academy

Hillsborough County: Nathaniel Welton, New Boston Central School
Honorable Mention: Reed Van Dyck, Harold H. Wilkins School

Merrimack County: Kelsey Martel, Conant School
Honorable Mention: Chrisinda Lynch, Conant School

Rockingham County: Jessica Goudreault, Hampstead Academy

Strafford County: Cameron Durgin, Rollinsford Grade School
Honorable Mention: Emilee Merrihew, Gonic School

Sullivan County: Sean Plummer, Plainfield School
Honorable Mention: Molly Fontaine, Plainfield School

Robert Frost Youth Poet winners

Belknap County Poet
Samuel Emmit Carpenter

Teacher: Mrs. Linda Nelson
Barnstead Elementary School

Growing Up In N.H.

When I was small
The wind could talk
The trees were tall
And I could walk amongst them all
Now I no longer hear
The whisper of the wind
For now I am too busy
Talking to my friends
The trees that once
Looked down at me
Don't seem quite so tall
For now I climb their branches
And look down upon them all
When I am grown once more
I'll hear the wind sing through the trees
I'll take the time to listen
And watch the deer go by
New Hampshire is my home
A home until I die.

Carroll County Poet
Ceci Mancuso

Teacher: Ms. Kimberly Reed
Tuftonboro Central School

Time Has Changed

From my cabin
I can see
An old hill
With an old tree
That creaks contentedly
In the calm, soft, breeze.
One day, I saw
A deer
Planted to the hill
Still as a statue,
Quiet as the breeze.
When the sun fell
Beneath the glowing golden horizon,
It had gone.
Another day,
I saw
An elegant Robin
Perched proudly on a creaky branch of
The wise, aged tree.
When the sun fell beneath the glowing golden horizon,
It was gone.
Between every tick-tock of
The grandfather clock,
Something is

Carroll County Honorable Mention
Brittini Desrosiers

Teacher: Ms. Alexander-Tapper
Ossipee Central School

Some people say
He's just a rock
But to many people
He is a friend
A friend to New Hampshire
When the day arrived
I knew it in my heart
When the sun cried
And New Hampshire paused
And thought for a while
The old man fell

Some people say he's just a rock
But to many people he's a friend
A friend to

New Hampshire.

Cheshire County Poet
Sean Hennigan

Teacher: Mrs. Laurel Powell
Chesterfield School

The Road Through Time

In 1640, only 4 towns were built.
Over the years more towns spread like a quilt.

The roads back then were dusty.
From the stagecoach wheels that became rusty.

Logging back then was important,
Now we protect the trees. What an enchantment!

Colonists set up businesses near a river,
Using the river power to run their mills & deliver.

Cheshire County Honorable Mention
Matt Pro

Teacher: Mrs. Starkey
Chesterfield School

The Death of a Man

A friend of many. Left didn't
Return. He scarred his face. They
Want to repair it. People crying.
A depressing time.

For many people he lives in
Spirit. Still it is not the
Same without our emblem.

To some a rock, to others
Something that cannot be replaced.
In their hearts he lives forever.

A tear drops down my chin.
A missing piece in my heart.

Coos County Poet
Stockton Hicks

Mrs. Lynn Emery
Lancaster School

New Hampshire Back Then

Back then, when children worked hard on the farm,
When they used horse and buggy.
When the mountains were tall, strong, and untouched,
When the wildlife wasn't afraid.
When the fields were filled with fresh smelling oats.
Back then, when the Indians used to roam the lands,
When the Indians were thankful for the animal spirits.
When rivers sparkled,
When the towns were small and it seemed like a big family.
Think of all the things that have happened,
And continue to care about our land like we did back then.

Coos County Honorable Mention
Jacob Moyer

Teacher: Ms. Amy Hook
Lancaster School

Changing Seasons in NH

Changing times in NH are beautiful to my eyes,
The seasons that are changing I shan't despair.
The old apple orchards to the iced winter trees,
Kids splashing in muddy puddles to the swift little bees
Changing times in NH are beautiful to my eyes,
The seasons that are changing I shan't despair.
Crunchy leaves falling to snowy sidewalks,
Falling in water to watching hawks.
Changing times in NH are beautiful to my eyes,
The seasons that are changing I shan't despise.
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall,
Oh how I love the seasons all!!!

Grafton County Poet
Alexandra Cox

Teacher: Mrs. Ely
Campton Elementary

Beautiful Sounds of Nature

The sound of a jack hammer
Knocking reminds me of the
Sound of wild wolves howling
And woodpeckers pecking at the trees.

The sound of cars driving
On the street reminds me of
The sound of rapid wind
Blowing and the rivers flowing.

The sound of truck horns
Honking reminds me of
Bears roaring and fire

The sound of telephones
Ringing reminds me of
Baby birds chirping and
Waves crashing down
To the ground.

I think I like the Beautiful
Sounds and I hope they
Never change.

Grafton County Honorable Mention
Claire Weaver

Teacher: Mrs. Cynthia Williamson
Crossroads Academy

Seasons, Years, Decades

In Summer, the scalding orange sun overhead
Works its potent magic, and children sit around
Lazily drinking iced lemonade, too hot to work
Or even play, waiting for it to cool down.
When it turns to Autumn and boys and girls
Go back to school, they're half glad of something to do,
Half sad at having to go work their minds.
Yet though they might complain, it does no good
Yet when winter comes around the whining stops
And there's only the gentle scratch of pencil on paper
As they work as fast as they can to play in the snow
The glorious snow in which children romp
Until the cold makes them shiver like leaves
And go inside for a mug of hot chocolate
Spring is soon to come though, when flowers
Push off their quilt of snow and bloom fragrantly.
Mud squeezes between the toes of bare feet
Until children are forced into the treacherous
Dungeon of the dreaded shower.
It will get warmer and warmer until it's Summer again
Seasons will turn into years and years will turn
Into decades. Never again will they be as young
As they were four seasons ago.
For the season of life is a one way road.

Hillsborough County Poet
Nathaniel Welton

Teacher: Julie McNish
New Boston Central School


In the early times when Native Americans walked the land,
Cragging their feet sinking in the sand.
Their chores were given their chores were done
Working all night working all day
They were the beginning time of New Hampshire
That was their way.

Those days and our days
Are different from time to time
They said things different
We never talked the same. Years have passed
Time has changed
From past to future
And future to past
Soon it shall all change again
The present never lasts

Hillsborough County Honorable Mention
Reed Van Dyck

Teachers: Mrs. Emmond and Mrs. Scagnelli
Harold H. Wilkins School

Changing Times

If you visit New Hampshire today,
The changes your will see!
There's more roads, and more people,
Like my friends and me!
More businesses than "way back when"
Clothing stores for ladies and men.
Even the nature and landmarks are different now,
The Old Man in the Mountain is gone-wow!
Just because New Hampshire is changing forever,
I love my state, and that won't change-never!

Merrimack County Poet
Kelsey Martel

Teacher: Mrs. Bonner
Conant School

The Karner Blues and Pine Barrens

There used to be
The sweet smell of pine
Up on the place we now call "the heights."

But now there are only a few pine barrens left.
Karner Blues are now very endangered
That's our fault.

The animals loved those beauties of sights
But all those pines began to fall
As they built a restaurant, a car wash, a shopping mall.

Those Karner Blues, the size of a stamp
Were very good pollinators
Yet their population is not growing
Even when it's not snowing.

We're trying to bring those butterflies back
But even in time we can't backtrack

We'll always be sad
About what we had done
Those pine barrens we'll try to bring back
But we can only try and hope, hope, hope.

Merrimack County Honorable Mention
Chrisinda Lynch

Teacher: Miss Noyes
Conant School

The Ballad of the Karner Blue

'Tis long ago,
A hundred years of so,
The population hadn't dropped
There still were more than two.

The Karner started as an egg,
But soon it started sprouting legs,
It was like a tiny scrap of string,
It was the smallest they'd ever seen,
Of his birthplant he was a king.

He started weaving a cocoon,
He knew he must start changing soon,
After days or months or weeks,
The cocoon would break open,
And out the Karner's head would peek.

But now the pine barrens disappear,
The Karners are no longer here,
But do not fear, my friends,
There's more to my tale,
That's not how it ends.

The people of New Hampshire will bring our Karners back.
The Karners, our state butterfly, we will not lack,
There still will be the butterfly,
On those sunny summer days,
You'll see them passing by.

Rockingham County Poet
Jessica Goudreault

Teachers: Jean Corbin and Sue Regan
Hampstead Academy

Once Upon a Time

Beautiful land or rolling hills,
No businesses, dusty roads, or mills.
A beautiful land of rolling hills,
Once upon a time.

Then some humans came along
All the time just singing a song
They built a town along the sea,
Once upon a time.

It started out as a little town,
Ruled by the English crown.
It grew into a city,
Once upon a time.

It became a bigger place,
With everyone building as if a race.
Soon enough to become a country,
Once upon a time.

Now there are many buses and planes,
Not as many old-fashioned trains.
Many buildings everywhere,
Now in New Hampshire.

Strafford County Poet
Cameron Durgin

Teacher: Nan Hodgdon
Rollinsford Grade School

Changing Times in New Hampshire

Tons of fish are swimming
In the crowded Great Bay.
One scoop of a net,
You'll catch tons a day.

Tons of fish are swimming,
It's like they'll never run out
But once they do,
Some one will shout,
"Where's all the trout?"

Now there's few fish swimming
In the uncrowded Great Bay.
But some people still say
"They'll be back some day."

Strafford County Honorable Mention
Emilee Merrihew

Teacher: Donna Gagnon
Gonic School

New Hampshire's Changes in the Seasons

New Hampshire's soft, white, and fluffy snow
Covers the beautiful white birch trees where they grow.
The bears all sleep in their caves,
Waiting till it's spring someday.

New Hampshire's spring's flowers are very nice,
Everybody's glad to see flowers instead of ice.
The ladybugs fly about,
Sometimes in and sometimes out.

New Hampshire's summers are very hot
The summer's sun's rays make vegetables grow a lot.
The bugs come out and sometimes bite
So you better watch out or they might.

New Hampshire's Autumns are filled with eaves
Sometimes always falling off trees.
New Hampshire's Autumns also have a wonderful breeze
That sometimes makes you sneeze.

New Hampshire's winters are then back again
When the bears are sleeping all of the days
In their caves.

Sullivan County Poet
Sean Plummer

Teacher: Fran Hills
Plainfield School

History in New Hampshire

Back then they had horses
Now they have cars

Back then the kids worked
Now the kids play

Back then the money was rare
Now it's everywhere

Back then the families were big
Now they are small

Back then we hunted for food
Now we buy it

Back then the land was peaceful
And now it still is.

Sullivan County Honorable Mention
Molly Fontaine

Teacher: Mrs. Cynthia Gowan
Plainfield School

Taking up
What used
To be grass
Popping up is
Now where
People dump
Their stuff.
New Hampshire
Sees a lot
Of faces.

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