2014 Sonnet Contest Winner: Grades 10-12
A smudge of dampened white, then two, then four,
The ivory grows num'rous in the sky.
With every passing hour, slow but sure,
The microscopic angels flying by
Cover each every surface left exposed
With no regard for man's convenience.
The flats turned hills turned mountains, the repose
Of every icy slave, obedient
To will of science, master, piling high
Each silver tower, growing greater yet.
The residents, at first filled with delight,
Now, cold in dark, are worried and upset.
Though with suspicions, never would they know.
Their tiny town be buried deep in snow.
2014 Sonnet Contest Runner-Up: Grades 10-12
Humanity as an Apple Tree
For years we've hacked it, cut it, made it bleed
And now once more, we wrap it in our hands
Composed of all religions, types, and creeds
Which apple is the sweetest in the land?
We throw each in the air to touch the stars
And see five thousand apples strive to soar
Each one is fighting for the right to Mars
And once again devolving into war
Apart they come back hurtling down to earth
Against the ground they bruise and mix and break
Yet even now there's cause for joy and mirth
For in each apple there's a seed that takes
We can unite this apple tree for all
And stop this endless, pointless, bloody brawl.
Richard Montgomery High School