Concours de poésie d'Old Possum 2009
Beaucoup d'entre vous ont participé au concours de poésir pour enfants d'Old Possum que nous avons organisé pour la journée nationale de la poésie en 2009 avec le Rayon de Poésie pour Enfants
Nous sommes très heureux d'annoncer les vainqueurs du concours. Les poèmes ont tous été écrits par des enfants du monde entier qui apprennent l'anglais, et ils parlent tous des héros et des héroïnes, qui était le sujet du concours cette année. Lis les poèmes ci-dessous - tu les trouves pas formidables? Cela promet des prix littéraires dans les années à venir!
La photo montre les vainqueurs du concours de poésie au Royaume Uni. Avec les vainqueurs se trouvent Roger Syevens et John Agard, deux grands poètes pour enfants.
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Vainqueurs dans la catégorie 7 et 8 ans Apprenants Internationaux de l'Anglais
Hero in the Moon
By Leticia Hernández Navarro, aged 8, from Spain (first prize)
The sky is blue, the breeze off the sea
Is fresh. The cars pass in all colours
And in the moon there is you
With all my hopes.
By Helena Jelenska, aged 7, from Poland (second prize)
There was Ola and Kasia.
Ola was often visiting Kasia.
Once Kasia came to Ola.
Kasia laughed looking at burned cloth.
Then Ola’s Mom said:
Once when Ola had 2 years
We were in a block.
Everything was on fire
Everybody was running out.
Then came a fireman.
He wrapped Ola in his coat.
A board fell on him
As he went out.
He was taken to the hospital.
There he died.
But Ola was safe.
By Morgan Rich, aged 8, from Qatar (third prize)
On my Grandma’s farm, I hear the needle touching the fabric on the sewing machine.
On my Grandma’s farm, I see tall trees and barns.
On my Grandma’s farm, I taste freshly canned jam: strawberry, blueberry or plum.
On my Grandma’s farm, I sink my fingers into the cookie dough we roll out together.
On my Grandma’s farm, I smell our cookies baking in the oven.
By Carnevale Rachele, aged 8, from Italy (highly commended)
One day I went out and I saw my mum.
She told me that she'd found a chest.
I asked her to show me the contents of the chest
and she held out an old, grey sheet.
Oh, how this scroll looked like a treasure map,
With plotted tracks, rocks and a sunken ship,
with a cross, marking place, where a treasure lay,
on the island, which name sounded strange to me.
Hey, Mum, we must start for Green Mountain's Peaks,
where rivers are blue, and the air is fresh.
We'll burrow a hole in the firm rocky ground,
to pull out the jewels that lie in it.
(Inspired by Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson; my hero is Jim Hawkins)
Vainqueurs dans la catégorie 9, 10 et 11 ans Apprenants Internationaux de l'Anglais
By Maria Jelenska, aged 11, from Poland (first prize)
Sweep, sweep, sweeping sound,
On the floor by the door.
I come home to eat hot soup
And he, without lunch,
In the winter that gleams
The snow he cleans.
It is hot like in a pot.
Vacation time starts now,
But how he Mr Sweeper sweeps!
All days, throughout long holidays,
Every day he says to me,
“Hello, great day I say.”
He is a hero and no-one sees
That he is one.
By Daryna Pospolitak, aged 9, from Ukraine (second prize)
My hero is my grandmother,
Taken to Siberia
Without her mum and dad.
She went with her grandmother and granddad.
It took two weeks
Wolves and bears in the forest.
The only thing to eat
Dug from fields.
She walked seven kilometres to school
Picked flowers and collected nuts to sell
To pay for books.
Twelve years in Siberia
Then returned to Ukraine.
All people in Siberia at that time
By Konstandinos Vorvis, aged 9, from Greece (third prize)
You have the brightest mind
You are of the greatest men
In the world.
You look like crazy
But you are a genius
You look old
But you have a brilliant mind.
Your eyes are so clever
Your theory is so perfect.
You are the greatest scientist
Einstein, oh Einstein.
Your hair is like a bird’s nest
You smile like a clown
I would like so much
To be like you
When I grow up
But it’s so difficult, so difficult!
You are a magician of science
Give us your light.
My Beloved Teacher – Ms K
By Onneetse Nthebolang, aged 11, from Botswana (highly commended)
My teacher, my heroine,
You are very gorgeous as
A blooming spring flower,
Polite as a sheep and
Helpful and caring as a grandmother.
What a powerful person who cares
You shape us for tomorrow’s
Future. Shape us with a rare,
Rapier of your rapid, “Where is my
Home-work” and “You can do better
Than this.” How lucky we are
To have such a nice and caring
My teacher, my heroine, you are
As strong as a ferry, a ferry
Which has the strength to load
More things, and you too have
The strength to load these things.
Like being our nurse, our lawyer, our
Entertainer. Voice so sweet like piped
Music, music that always makes us
Merry, music with the power to
Make us rise and shine.
By Sagnik Bhattacharya, aged 9, from India (highly commended)
Brave soldiers were they,
In their coffins they lay.
Garlands of flowers covered them,
A few know their name.
Their families bitterly cry,
As they bid their final goodbye.
The commander hides a frown,
When the coffins are put down,
To see the young soldiers dead,
Lying on their flower bedecked bed.
The bugles blare,
Over with the burial,
Who will remember their laurels?
Forgotten soon are their glories.
These heroes leave an unfinished story.