Winning entries 2022
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CHILDREN
Gemma S.
FIRST PLACE The purple flower Swaying in the gentle breeze Welcoming the bees Darcy W.
SECOND PLACE I pull my hat over my head And see the nature Through tiny holes Makena T.
THIRD PLACE Trees sway with the wind The crunch of leaves underfoot For this is my home Vertical Divider
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YOUTH
Belen R.
FIRST PLACE The quizzical bird Bluejays. Stealthily hopping The bug is gone now Serena S.,
SECOND PLACE A faint breeze whisks by With sun caressing my skin Flowers twirl with me Vertical Divider
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ADULT
Daniel Ari
FIRST PLACE New green reaches out into unknown sunlight above a sea of city. Opal Franklin
SECOND PLACE My hands move mountains Swing low and carry my pain The brush keeps me warm Pamela Lim
THIRD PLACE Thirsty mosquitoes, Keep your fangs away from me– I will bite you back! Barbara Birch
FOURTH PLACE labyrinth circle step in with namaste hands sudden devotion |
Haiku Contest Entries 2022
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ADULTS
Barbara Birch “The Overlook” There’s a rustic bench off the path and to the side, where someone can rest. *** Walter Schweikert People are happy, hillside is recovering, Weinstein at his best *** Pamela Lim Above the city, Beneath canopy of leaves Trekking the hillside. Golden sunshine smiles Fresh air, family and friends, Fun-filled memories. Thirsty mosquitoes, Keep your fangs away from me– I will bite you back! *** Serena Allen Poppies Rays stroke dew-drenched hill Petals dry and awaken Soft faces kiss sky. Foggy Day Fingers of fog drift Damp embrace blankets the trees Steep slopes, calm and still. Labyrinth Round and round we go Mirroring nature’s spirals Treasure-filled center *** Lois Switzer Birds, Flowers, Sounds, Smells Oaks, woods; careful poison oak! Hillside has it all ___ Views on a clear day Nature hike just steps away Glad Hillside is close ___ Wind can be blowing Geology to observe Remove invasive French broom! *** Candy Smallwood Standing on the hill Cacophony of bird song I welcome the peace. Up here on the peak Big cities in the distance I love my hamlet Deer crossing the road Turkeys in all their glory Skunks are my favorite *** Daniel Ari New green reaches out into unknown sunlight above a sea of city. Dry trail dust kicked up smells like you will never have to go back to work. Blue beach glass, how did you get back home? Now you come home with me. *** Kristianna Bertelsen Bounded on all sides the hillside stream flows quickly maintaining neutrality *** Paul Steuerwald contested lands Oak, and laurel stand; stone and rock, and ocean winds; Spring night coyotes yip. *** Richard Schwartz So old- you feel it? So quiet- do you hear it? The breath of El Cerrito Under your foot step Sensed by your soles, your belly history rumbles. They are there still They are still there receiving songs Old Indian villages do not sleep *** Bernie Kellman El Cerrito. Home. Calm and safe for our children, Swam upstream to spawn ! Corner Store/ Tienda a la Esquina In small letter: food In bigger letters: Ice The biggest sign: Beer poco: comidas y mas grande: hielo grande: cerveza *** Jeannine Cuevas Parched oaks yearn for rain Embrace the path with lacy shade A beetle’s respite *** Barbara Birch touch trees brown rough bark my trekking poles pull me up gasp clean scented air labyrinth circle step in with namaste hands sudden devotion *** James Carl HIKING Step steep step upwards Pebbles, tree seeds, flowers, weeds Amazing bay views FIRE DANGER Hear my sincere plea Mighty eucalyptus tree Do not burn for me THE BENCH Silently I rest Pondering bridge, hills and bay. Thanks George and Carol. *** Marta Belanger 1975 Hill, dry grass, cardboard El Cerrito kids flying No supervision Patrol Red-tail hawk gyres up Crows converge in loud protest Relentless murder *** Opal Franklin Poem #1. My hands move mountains Swing low and carry my pain The brush keeps me warm Poem #2. El Cerrito’s home A clear view of my whole life The little hillside Poem #3 I walk a clear path A friendly smile greets me I will always feel grounded *** Amalia Lorentz Cunningham Brown leaves coat the path Urban nature getaway Tall grasses swaying Huff and puff uphill; Rewarding gorgeous vista. The dog doesn’t care. Quarry walls frame the Recycling Center’s bustle. I’m above it all. *** |
YOUTH & CHILDREN
Gwyneth A., age 8. Not too hot or cold. I feel the sun on my face. Grass around me sways. *** Rowan I., age 5 I love the hillside. The hillside is a great place. Good place to hike, too. The hillside is good ‘cause leaves, trees, rocks, plants and dirt. Do you think so, too? *** Jared N. Age: 17 Haiku #1: beautiful, rocky scenery, water crashing on shore island paradise Haiku #2: war, violence, death solution to solve them all a treaty of peace Haiku #3: laughter fills the air giant smiles from cheek to cheek endless joy of life *** Serena S., Age 13 A faint breeze whisks by With sun caressing my skin Flowers twirl with me *** Belen R. age: HS senior The quizzical bird Bluejays. Stealthily hopping The bug is gone now Nodding poppies bend Whistling wind. Sharp. Blowing Everything’s tilted The fog rolls down with Extended fingers, reaching The hills are shrouded *** Genevieve M., age 10 A PURPLE FLOWER A purple flower blooms strong, facing towards the city view, such a place to bloom. CACTUS Cactus plant so low, relaxing in the hot sun, relaxing all day. *** Darcy W., Age 10 I pull my hat over my head And see the nature Through tiny holes *** Gemma S., Age 10 The tiny inchworm Under the shade of the tree Sheltered from the sun The purple flower Swaying in the gentle breeze Welcoming the bees Cheep! Cheep! Sing the birds I wonder what they’re saying With their charming songs *** Lindsay Z., Age: 10 1. The Rock On top of the rock To look across the long grass Feeling the calm wind 2. The Tree Their leaves sway calmly Swaying in the fresh cold breeze Their flowers feel peace 3. The Mountain Range Across the mountains Across into the unknown The animals rule *** Saksham D. age:12 Queen Depressing nighttime A beautiful, crazed queen chirps enjoying the king. Friend Sluggish Summertime An only, passion friend stings because of a girl Leaf Sunshiny Cockcrow A single, perfect leaf sings In spite of the tree. *** Gwyneth A., age 8 A Misty Day pretty lace flowers, blue purple yellow take up rain fungus mushrooms dig deep fungus fun to find dig deep on a misty day mushrooms don’t eat them *** Makena T., Age: 10 #1 Trees sway with the wind The crunch of leaves underfoot For this is my home #2 Trees all around me The wind blowing in my face This the little hill *** Henry C., age 13 Hiking with my dog He loves the breeze in his scruff He loves the hillside. *** |