Winner, youth 12 and under poetry
by Autumn Welsh
BOING!
Goes our trampoline,
We jump on it.
BARK!
Says my little brother,
Pretending to be a dog.
ZIP!
Goes the zipper,
Opening the trampoline door.
THUMP!
Our feet,
Hit the ground.
The sun falls behind the mountain,
We’d better get inside.
We’ll play,
Again,
Tomorrow.
Promise.