2009 Northeast Texas Poetry ContestSponsored by Elliott Chrysler Dodge of Mount Pleasant
Adult Winner: Angela Wylie's
All That Remains Are the Flowers
Old homesteads dot the by-ways
And clearings along the East Texas country roads.
Silent sycamores stand guard over jonquils
And tangled hawthorn,
Different from the encroaching woodland.
Not native, are these plants which bloom
In the warming earth.
Released from winterâ€™s cold sleep,
They rise again, withstanding the storms,
Emerging to grow and bloom as they return
To sun-dappled shadows beneath the spreading trees.
Once they were brought from another place and time
To give shade and beauty to where a house once stood.
The house, built with care and expectation of life,
Like the flowers, have watched dreams and lives
Blend into yesterday.
Here in the shade of the past,
Wisteria climbs high, feral and loosed into the woods,
As wild and errant as the dreams and lives
That have merged into time.
A shy, trembling young man
Plucked a blossom for his sweetheart,
His heart racing as she lifted her smiling eyes and
Fragrance surrounds a first gentle kiss.
Chubby, small, soft child-hands plucked flowers
To give to Mamma as she hangs out the wash.
With a sweet smile, her slender fingers delicately
Placed green stems into a wellwater filled fruit jar.
Flowers grace the center of the worn table,
The soft scent of daffodils blend with
Fried pork with mustard greens,
And cornbread cooked in an iron skillet,
Sustaining hard-working people who till the land.
The land that cradles the past and nurtures the future.
A woman wearing the worn wrinkles of life
Beneath soft, snowy hair
Sits on her porch in her rocking chair.
The rhythmic creak of the slow rocking
Matches the rhythm of her world as
She gazes out upon the blossoms about her
Soft memories, sweet and yet sad.
Time had gone by and she knows not how.
She watches her small grandchild pluck a blossom
The stem broken short beneath the petals,
Held and offered with a dirt- stained hand.
The woman accepts the flower
With a sweet smile
Surrounded by her flowers and the love of her family
And the gift of the grandchild
Who will carry a part of her
Forward into the awakening spring of the future.
Once people worked, loved, lived, and died.
Built, created, and planted in the soil.
Yet, now grass and weeds cover their labor
Their houses and barns are recycled into the earth.
Reclaimed and erased from the landscape.
The earth has vanquished the toils of mankind,
Who thought themselves valiant and strong.
Forcers, controllers, and movers of mountains
They once thought themselves to be.
Gone now are their earnest endeavors
Gone to shadows in the silence of the sleepy glade.
Yet the flowers remain.
Deep-rooted now in the loamy lost yard,
Planted by some gentle woman to beautify her world.
Brought from her motherâ€™s garden
A bit of her childhood planted with care.
A bit of the past brought with her into her new life.
Precious gift from generations of mothers to daughters
They remain now,
Established and unrestrained, returning each spring
Yellow and white they bloom among the weeds,
Scenting the silent air with soft whispers of a world now gone.
As soft as a whispered dream they remain
Fragrant in the dappled shadows of Spring.
Testimony of a long lost time.
And now all that remain are the flowers.
First Place Student: Shelby Parker
East Texas Paradise
Second Place Student: Adriana Lopez
Through the Eyes of the Land
Third Place Student: Peighton Huse
Expressing myself as an ethnic Texan
Yet standing apart from status quo
Have they forgotten, do I simply remember
Urban visitors take majority
Suffocating the Texan culture and vibe
Unjustified feelings of shame and abnormality inflict
Caused by music choice, lifestyle and dress
Folk, Gospel, Twang, Bluegrass
Stetsons, Boots, Buckles, Wranglers
Ranching, Rodeo, Church, Harvesting
Last of a dying breed they say
Most not sorry to say goodbye
Fighting for every next blessing of breath
Slowly succumbing to the minority
Losing the battle of mere appreciation
Nature disappearing all around
Chasing an over-rated dream to urbanize
Exchanging trees for concrete
Methods of improvement become disaster
Forgotten cowboys replaced with CEOâ€™s
God replaced with economic power
Better lies in the eyes of the beholder
How do we reach a common ground
For now, we lie stuck in bitter co-existence
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