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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

POET OF THE DAY: ABRIANNA BERRY


Last fall the Great Smoky Mountains Bookfair sponsored a Poetry Contest for K-12 students in Macon, Haywood, Jackson, and Swain Counties. The winners were posted on my NC Laureate blog in November. Going through the rest of the poems submitted, I was struck by how many were just plain good, worthy of being enjoyed by readers of this blog. For the next two weeks I will be featuring one of these young poets daily. Each one will receive a small "thank you" from me. Please stop by everyday to read their work.

This first poem is by Abrianna Berry, who lives in Franklin, NC, and is in the sixth grade at Macon Middle School.

Squirrel Hunting With My Dad

We went up the mountain where
My dad hunted when he was little.
It was cold the wind
Whipping up the holler, trees shaking.
Me and Daddy went to the top of the mountain.
We sat down and waited and had
A silent talk.

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by Abrianna Berry,
daughter of Mark and Stephanie Berry
Franklin, North Carolina

Someone teaching in the 6th grade at Macon Middle School is doing a wonderful job encouraging students to write from their most cherished experiences. This young poet presents a moving and thoroughly believable scene; the wind whipping up the holler uses sound to make us feel the effects of the cold and the climb to the top of the mountain. The "silent talk" shows a depth and maturity beyond a sixth grader's years. Abrianna is already a poet, and I hope she continues to read poetry and to write it.

4 comments:

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

Yes, that is a striking poem for a 6th grader. It's beautiful of you to help nurture the pleasure and pursuit of poetry in youngsters. I'm looking forward to seeing more

Malaika said...

Wonderful. I love teaching young people poetry and am always amazed at what the students write!

Vicki Lane said...

Well done, Abrianna! Spare and beautiful and it conveys the image perfectly.

willow said...

This one's amazing. I love the "silent talk".