The Hummer and Creative Writing Club are proud to announce our winners of the BHS Fall Poetry Contest! We had some great entries, and we’ve decided to publish them all. Listed below are our top three poems and our honorable mentions:
Winners:
Autumn – Time to Stop and Eat Fish
Ruby Erickson, 10th grade
A little paw protrudes from a creaky door
And then a nose
And then more
A fluffy animal
Of innocence in nature
Has sprung upon the prey of time
Seizing it in its worn claws
It has witnessed this many times, and will many more
For today, it will explore
It will troddle among the the dips and curves of frozen earth
Pausing to take in the fresh autumn breeze,
Penetrating it’s flaring nostrils
It sits there, blinking slow
Whiskers waving in the wind
It will go where it always has
Down to the splintery dock
When the waters of time are to stop
It confidently struts down
Through slits in rotting wood
Minnows leap
It will return home
Through the same squeaky door
Fish in mouth
Its belly warmed
The beauty of the ball in the fall
Caleb Kidiavi, 10th grade
As autumn leaves begin to fall,
The court comes alive with a bouncing ball.
The whistle blows, the players take their stance,
In the cool, crisp air, they begin to dance.
The court, now painted in twilight hues,
Echoes with the sound of athletic shoes.
Beneath the sky’s soft amber glow,
The game takes flight, the players flow.
Leaves swirl ‘round the line of sight,
As baskets soar through fading light.
Each pass a whisper, sharp and keen,
In the autumn air, so crisp, serene.
The chill in the breeze, the heat in the chest,
A perfect blend for those who test
Their will and skill, their heart and soul,
In the fall, where the game feels whole.
Orange pumpkins on porches smile,
As we dribble and spin, mile after mile.
With every step, with every move,
The rhythm of fall and ball will groove.
The days grow short, the nights are long,
But in this game, we all belong.
For basketball and fall, together, entwined,
Are moments of magic, forever aligned.
Autumn’s Symphony
Victory Nwankwo, 9th grade
Golden leaves fall in the quiet hush,
Each one a spark in nature’s blush.
Trees dressed in amber, flame, and rust,
Stand crowned beneath a twilight dust.
The air cools down, hums low and deep,
As secrets through the forest sweep.
The world slows down in a golden glow,
And autumn’s magic starts to grow.
Colors blaze like fire in the air,
A fierce beauty, beyond compare.
I wander through these shifting scenes,
Awake to colors, scents, and dreams.
Each leaf that falls feels like a gift,
A gentle breath, a timeless shift.
I don’t yet know all autumn’s ways,
But my heart is full; my soul ablaze.
Honorable Mentions:
Werifesteria
Maddie Olmsted, 11th grade
Enter the ballroom, pillars of trees
Sparkling sun through the green canopy
Thousands are dancing, barefoot in the dirt
Welcoming zephyr as a charming escort
Dresses that shimmer red, orange, and gold
Fabric twirling at zephyr’s soft word
As wallflowers join, the canopy dwindles
The dance continues as fabric wrinkles
Slowly but surely the air starts to chill
They depart from the ballroom at zephyr’s will
Weary and shriveled, they lie in their beds
The cool softened dirt cradles their heads
The dance has ended, the performance is done
Instead, months of resting has now just begun
They’ll sprout once more flirting with wind
Until next autumn when they’ll dance again
Autumn in my hometown
Anh Ho, 10th grade
The nostalgia of autumn lives forever in my heart
