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Best of Show
Handmade Leather Boots by Anika Jaan Adult Category Crochet Ginko Bonsai Tree by Sylvia Webster Youth Category |
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Photography
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"Kwanson Cherry on Main St."
Annette Bryant First Place | Photography "Winter" Byron Robinson Second Place | Photography |
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Poetry
First Place
From a Tree's Perspective By Lily Combs Winter Branches, bare My leaves have left me Snow falls, covering me in a blanket of sorts The world is quiet I feel like I could just... disappear Spring Snow has melted Birds sing Building their nests on my branches My leaves have grown back Greener than ever Summer Hot The sun beating down on my bark Dogs pant Animals hide themselves in the shade of my leaves I wish I could do the same Fall I'm starting to shed my leaves They turn colors of red, orange, and yellow Weather is turning colder Animals start to prepare for hibernation, stuffing their faces Flowers are all gone Winter Winter again Animals have gone into hibernation Snow covers the ground once again Year's almost over Time to do it all over again |
Second Place
A Calm In The World By Samantha Wild The forest is an inspiring place and gives peace to one's mind The sounds, the sights, the smells All natural, all peaceful, all calm Bare, branchy trees are as claws reaching out from the dark depths of an abyss Small, orange leaves on a little, thin tree surrounded by the brown Autumn foliage Shown like fireflies in the summer night Grey, flat, soft, clouds in the dreary sky give the feeling of being trapped inside With nothing to do but watch on a rainy day I find the forest calming my busy mind from the responsibilities and expectations of life The forest has sounds of calm water, wind in the sky, and the crunch of leaves I see tangled branches that are as a kitten playing with a ball of yarn The air is chilled and soft as one's cold, last breath The calm water ripples over stones underneath like the ocean's waves rolling over shells on the shore And the wind rippling through sprouts of moss on the trees are as an anemone waving in the sea |
Third Place
Silent Limbs By Sophie Pittman From the serenity of the rosy-fingered morning loomed a figure Tall but gnarled, with twisted limbs Once magnificent, now forgotten That lay here, just slowly rotting It looked to the sky as if to pray With bare limbs outstretched Bracing against the elements A fighter for all Without saying a word |