AlgonquinAdventures.com - Poets of 2009 Contest
Toward the end of 2008, Alex Thompson suggested we have an Algonquin Adventures poetry contest. What transpired was our first poetry contest. It ran from November 15th, 2008 to March 21st, 2010. Alex took on the duty of being the judge. The results are now in ... "AlgonquinAdventures.com Poets of 2009" ..1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners. Thanks to everyone who participated. . . . Barry Bridgeford (April 6th, 2009) |
1. For A Friend by Tom Yates |
2. The Far Shore by Martin Avery |
3. Voyagers by - S. A. McCormick |
4. The Sweetest of Dreams by - Allyn S. > 1st PLACE < |
5. Tom Thomson By Canoe Lake by - Melody Richardson |
6. Morning Mist by - Bruce Liddle > 3rd PLACE < |
7. Dragonfly by - Graham Ducker |
8. Ode To The Water Strider by - Graham Ducker > 2nd PLACE < |
9. The Evening Sentinel by - Graham Ducker |
10. A Red-Tailed Hawk by - Kathy Purc |
11. Canoe Trip 2008 by - John Scarlett |
12. Novonquin Haiku by - L.D. Love |
13. Algonquin Evening On Cache Lake by - Russell Barr |
14. Algonquin Morning On Cache Lake by - Russell Barr |
15. The Hunter by - Russell Barr |
For A Friend
Floating, Fishing, Flying, Calling, November 2008 (# 1) |
The Far Shore
Tom Thomson, Ken Danby, and I were |
Voyagers Our paddles dip we tire, stamp the river widens we struggle blown into bay November 2008 (# 3) |
The Sweetest of Dreams
the sweetest of dreams a bit of what could have been the sun warms her face as she sways with the breeze on waters she rides she casts all her cares to the way he makes her feel day fades to night overwhelming breathtaking from the sweetest of dreams Summer 2006 (# 4) |
Tom Thomson By Canoe Lake
The path to your grave runs steep There are no signposts Still, people climb Your corporal frame reclaimed You breathe, again, December 2008 (# 5) |
Morning Mist
Tree tops glisten like diamonds. Birds chirp their praises to the new day. Pungent odour of spruce gum, mixed with a sweet smell of pine, Nature is now fully awake. Mist gradually disperses. A beaver senses my presence. by Bruce Liddle December 2008 (# 6) |
Dragonfly
Cellophane hovers by Graham Ducker December 2008 (# 7) |
Ode To The Water Strider
It is with deep appreciation, Depressing concaves with your feet, An insect is what you are, Discerning eyes have learned Perhaps you do not know Pray man is not so blind Frogs are already in short supply. Scientists admit the answer’s far. by Graham Ducker December 2008 (# 8) |
The Evening Sentinel
As evening fell A loon’s thin wedge A laugh announced by Graham Ducker December 2008 (# 9) |
A Red-Tailed Hawk
A red-tailed hawk December 2008 (# 10) |
Canoe Trip 2008
Driving through tall pines Small fires The silence Old logging camp Raven answers Reflector oven The children’s tent Small lake Sound of rapids fades Back in the city-- December 2008 (# 11) |
Novonquin Haiku
Steel-gray clouds push down January 2009 (# 12) |
Algonquin Evening On Cache Lake
The sun is retreating But, still a warm glow The majestic old cedars The shimmering avocado mirage From off in the distance August 23, 1997 (# 13) |
Algonquin Morning On Cache Lake
A shroud of swirling mist Lazily, a seagull glides along The rising sun's first rays Soon the sun's warmth A hazy reflection slowly clears The mirror image is broken A four-winged dragonfly The sun's rays back light A blue jay answers a call August 30, 1997 (# 14) |
The Hunter By R.J.A. Barr August 12, 1997 (# 15) |