The Rural Voice, 1991-03, Page 26THIRD — (tied) Kerry Hallahan, 13,
Blyth, Blyth Public School; Tina
Burcholder, 14, Blyth, Blyth Public
School. HONOURABLE
MENTIONS — David M., Clinton,
Holmesville Public School; Jeff Islin,
12, Blyth, Blyth Public School.
The Farm Family
One night the farm family forgot to
do their chores. Then their little girl
remind them. Since she had a tiny
voice, they couldn't hear her. So all
the animals were hungry. Sht did all
the chores by herself. The next night
her family remembered.
— by Deanne Leifso
— SECOND for Writing, 7 and under
Farm Animals
we like them
Once upon a time there was a
horse. She had some other farm
friends too. But she didnot like the
cow. She didnot like their color. She
only liked the color brown. Because
she was brown. She liked the cats and
dogs and the pigs those are most of
them. She only liked the cows that
had brown on them. But one day she
got stuck in a box. A cow that had
black on it helped her. From now on
she liked the cows. The End.
— by Dana Prouse
— FIRST for Writing, 7 and under
Emily Hatchey, 6, R.R. 4, Chesley — SECOND Art, 7 and under
Autumn
The sky was full of butterflies
The air was cool and clear
September days had come and gone
And winter was very near.
The leaves had fallen off the trees
The birds had flown away.
The squirrel had gathered all its food
The farmer all his hay.
— by Nell Sinclair
— SECOND for Poetry, 12 to 16
Bronwyn Findlay, 10, R. R. 3, Dundalk — THIRD for Art, 8 to 11
20 THE RURAL VOICE
The Country
On icy cold winter mornings it's
sometimes easy to forget why we
moved from the city to the country.
On winter mornings when you hear
the wind howling, and sneaking
through the many faults of the old
farmhouse, sometimes I wish to be
back in the old house with its warmth
and lots of heat. I always get dressed
quickly so it is not so cold. I walked
down the stairs where the fire is
ablaze. Our boots, mitts, and coats are
warming over the fireplace, for the
long walk down the driveway to catch
the bus. When we were in the city
school we lived a block away. But if
we still lived in the city, there would
be no more riding horses, playing with
my goat, or jumping in the hay -loft. I
love jumping in the hay -loft. But
there are rules such as no playing in
the hay -loft without a grownup
nearby. Plus I love playing with my
goat, prancing around the field. But
there is nothing I like better than...
horses. I love to ride horses. I also
love riding with my dad. But again,
rules. I have to ride with boots and a
riding hat. Rules are bothersome, but
they're good for everyone. Leaving
the city for a country life was sad at
first, but now I'll say — I'm proud of
my home.
— by Alexis Kirk
— FIRST for Writing, 8 to 11