This poem was the 1st Place Winner in our 4th Annual Poetry Contest.   Flint and Steel was a Match– recycle ‘em now, substitute the strength for rust, reuse the dust in a length of pipe and pump poison through the latch.   Better Men Built the City on a Tilt– spin the wager over

This poem was the 2nd Place Winner in our 4th Annual Poetry Contest.   Strange to say, but at the start of this maze I was seated Reading feverishly, at every break I only seemed more defeated The more I read, the less I knew The less I said, the lower I flew Down came

This poem was the 3rd Place Winner in our 4th Annual Poetry Contest. At the age of seventeen, I started my life, Intending to be a professional, Instead, I became a wife.   I cooked, I cleaned, I ironed, I sewed, I raised three children, I carried quite a load.   While others graduated And