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12/22/2007 - 12/23/07
Third Place, Children’s Poetry
A short meditation on winter solstice, Natasha Farmer’s poem evokes the many aspects of winter, from its occurrence as an astronomical event to its mythic explanation and on to its Christian features. The rhymes are executed well and help the poem move rhythmically from beginning to end.
Solstice, the shortest day of the year,
Outside it's cold but not so drear,
Listen to the howling of the wind,
Sit by the fire and be glad you're in.
To eat the ruby-like pomegranate seeds
Is a reminder of Hades' deeds,
Cold though it be — now winter's here —
Everyone's Christmas trees soon shall be near.
Natasha Farmer, 10, lives in Santa Fe. She is home-schooled.
