By Milo Klise
Teacher: Carla Inniss, Oxford School
Award: First Place, Fifth Grade Art
"In Sweet Joy"
“Boxes”
By Hazel Fosket-Hyde
Teacher: Carol Goyen, Cragmont School
Award: First Place, Fifth Grade Poetry
In my pocket.
I carry a box
The size of a nickel
Not shiny, nor dull,
The color of rust
It holds all my wishes
my dreams
and my hopes,
In that tiny box.
It jounces around with some poems inside,
Just waiting to be thought of
to be written or spoken,
just waiting
With the wishes
the dreams,
and the hopes.
All of us have one.
A box.
With poems.
And wishes.
Our dreams.
Our hopes.
All in that tiny box
Boxes,
What’s in yours?
“Untitled”
By Mariah Mayfield
Teacher: Ms. Auletta-LeConte School
Award: First Place-Fifth Grade Essay
When I woke up I saw a small green box. As I rubbed my eyes, I noticed that the box had a lock with no key. I left the small box alone. I stepped onto the cold wooden floor. As I did, an alarming chill shot through my spine. I walked toward my very unorganized desk. I grabbed my pink charm bracelet that my dad gave to me before he left for the army. It had all my favorite things; a football, a violin, and an I Love You charm. But there was something unusual about my bracelet.
It had another charm, a new charm that looked like a key. I ran toward the box with joy. I slowly and carefully injected the key into the locked box. I twisted left and turned right. The silver “U” shape unhinged itself from the black rectangle. Using only my thumb and index finger I opened the box. It was a letter from my Uncle Tommy. I opened it with excitement. The note said, “I’m really sorry to say kiddo but your dad died”. I cried and cried and cried. I wish I could have died with him.