Selected Art, Photography, and Poetry Winners

by Pat Diane Buckner

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    1977 Contest Winner
    “Mine,” she said (her nose scraping the clouds),
    “Is a name to be proud of.”
    “Mine, too,” I said.
    “In my line,” she said,
    “are kings and rulers,
    magistrates and counselors
    to emperors.”
    “In mine,” I said,
    “are serfs and peasants,
    fishermen and kitchen maids
    for the middle class.”
    And so she thought herself
    better than I.
    But I owe no one an apology
    for my honorable genealogy.


    1977 Contest Winner
    In silence
    I ponder
    And cares
    Fall away.
    Surrounds me,
    Of my day.


    1977 Contest Winner
    a tattered diary
    with gnarled-oak hands
    wording silly
    girlish words of moonlit nights
    and wedding bands;
    Amid the crystal cold that
    to Lady Winter’s cloak may cling
    an old, weathered woman peers
    through the frost and once again
    sees spring.

    [photo] Photo by Boyd M. Reschke

    [photo] Photo by George Danielson

    [photo] Photo by Evan Belnap

    [photo] Photo by Jay Sumsion


    1977 Contest Winner
    The history of the problems of man
    Lies dusty on the shelves,
    While we, the ignorant, must make
    All the mistakes ourselves.

    Spring Word Images

    1977 Contest Winner
    drifted clouds
    liquid snow
    green breeze
    robin notes
    daffodil stars
    ditch boats
    skate-key jingle
    butterfly dance
    toadstool umbrella
    kitten prance
    ladybug smile
    cricket song
    dandelion butter
    kite string long
    rainbow bend
    heart sing
    winter’s end
    it’s coming Spring!

    [photo] Photo by Yvonne Dobson

    [photo] Photo by Steven L. Peck

    [photo] Photo by Leslie Ward Powrie

    [photo] Photo by Jack R. Nichols

    [photo] Photo by Kenneth A. Croft


    1977 Contest Winner
    (o joyous delirium!)
    Out, out!
    Bundle coat and scarf—
    (where’s my hat; i can’t find my hat.)
    Push, push—pull harder!
    (these are last year’s boots, they don’t fit very well)
    At last! Open the door!
    Mittens? Oh wait.
    (they were right here; i know it. who took them?)
    “Who took my mittens?!”
    Oh, (here they are. they were in my pocket.)
    Out, out!
    (o joyous delirium!)

    A Dandelion Scattered at the Stars

    1977 Contest Winner
    Men are vain to think that God
    would be so provincial as to make
    one living world, for heaven’s sake,
    then scatter sterile stars abroad
    to remind us we are alone in sin.
    That’s not the way it’s always been.
    We sit on night grass
    watching the cruise of Orion, of Perseus—
    see the rise of Venus, the charge of Mars,
    make a dandelion scatter at the stars.


    1977 Contest Winner
    December comes—
    And winter flies in from the north
    On wings of ice.

    [photo] Photo by Tri Wright


    1977 Contest Winner
    In early spring
    I touched the sticky threads,
    And you,
    Like a spider,
    Spun me up
    And caught me in your web.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Hyrum B. Hiatt

    [photo] Photo by Tom Jay