Selected Poetry and Photography Winners 1975

by Margery Stockseth

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    This year the New Era presents selected winners in the poetry and photography categories of the contest. Once again, more photographs were received than entries in all other categories combined. Many of the photographs have been kept for use in this and future issues of the New Era. The photographs and poetry on these pages are not only winners, but are also representative of the quality and variety of the work submitted. All entrants in the New Era Writing, Art, and Photography Contest should be commended for the quality, depth, and sensitivity of their work.

    [photo] Photo by Randy Gerke

    [photo] Photo by George Higginson

    [photo] Photo David E. Marks

    A Child’s Poem: A Fairy in a Jar

    I walk the fields, I walk the woods,
    My boots have traveled far.
    I cannot rest till I bring home
    A fairy in a jar.
    I’ve learned to move without a sound;
    I’ve learned to watch and wait.
    I’ve seen them in the purple wood
    Beyond the garden gate.
    When the moon, like a pale blue circle,
    Slides into the sky,
    The fairies all begin to dance
    In the darkening woods nearby.
    The trees are black and lavender,
    The flowers ghostly white,
    The fairy’s fluttering, flittering wings
    Shine silver in the night.
    I’ve watched them, and I’ve heard them sing
    Underneath the moon.
    I’ve reached and nearly touched them,
    But they flit away too soon.
    I walk the fields, I walk the woods,
    My boots have traveled far.
    I cannot rest till I bring home
    A fairy in a jar.

    [photo] Photo by Richard Rose

    Haiku

    Water falling down,
    thundering the wilderness—
    silence is speaking.

    [photo] Photo by Kim Hoover

    [photo] Photo by Kevin Merrell

    After All

    Spanish moss hangs
    from every branch,
    Tattered clothing
    on the old tree
    That has seen so much
    bloodshed
    Between brothers,
    Silent observers
    neutral
    unconcerned
    Watching God’s children
    fight it out
    to accomplish
    Little,
    After all,
    and
    Gray Spanish moss
    still sways in the breeze.

    [photo] Photo Kevin Merrell

    [photo] Photo by David E. Marks

    [photo] Photo by Bryan Kuntz

    [photo] Photo by Paul Barnes

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    And he said he’d
    kinda like to take
    me out
    and I said
    for a date
    and he said
    he guessed so
    and then
    I said
    all right
    and we went
    out
    and
    came back
    very quickly.

    His Name Was Michelangelo

    And he could make
    cold marble breathe
    with just a chisel
    and a hand
    that felt.

    [photo] Photo by Kevin Merrell

    [photo] Photo by Jeffrey E. Niven