My student came 2nd in this pretigious, national competition. Here is her winning poem
by Christy Fielder
Taking a long, distant sigh,
She rose from her seat and walked,
She said: You know, it isn’t easy,
And looked queasy,
At her wound.
A small, silent tear fell,
From her gentle eyes,
It was the pot that boiled over,
It dug at you like a jack hammer,
But we heard only silence.