- Two men accused of selling meth to undercover cop (6/22/17)
- Former Cape cop faces stealing-by-deceit charge (6/18/17)3
- Jackson scores high in survey of residents; better streets, Aldi are high priorities (6/20/17)4
- Marble Hill mayor hires city manager without board approval (6/21/17)2
- Police: Man grabbed wheel, tried to kill driver and himself in Jackson crash (6/23/17)
- Cape man faces charges of victim tampering (6/18/17)
- Police: Cape abduction may have ties to Georgia homicide (6/18/17)5
- 3 drown in Southeast Missouri in three days (6/16/17)
- Library provides free lunches this summer (6/19/17)
- Fire destroys two greenhouses at Travelers Gazebo site in Cape (6/22/17)
Student poet takes fifth place in nation
For the first time, a Missouri student poet has placed at the national level in the senior division in the Manningham Trust Student Poetry Contest. Sarah Garner, a 12th grade student at Cape Central High School, placed 5th for her poem "Wind."
Previously, three Missouri student poems received honorable mention. Only the top ten poems from each age level of the Missouri State Poetry Society Contest were eligible for submission at the national level. The contest is open to all USA students in grades 6 -- 12, including public, private and parochial schools. Cash Prizes are awarded in each Division, and winning poems are published in the Manningham Trust Poetry Student Award Anthology. Winners will receive complimentary copies. The schools of each winning student will receive a complimentary copy for the school library.
Commenting on Garner's poem, a senior division judge said, "Delightful imagery, a reflection of natural beauty, unforced, right." Garner's English teacher at Central High School is Abigail Beckwith. Garner's poem is reprinted below:
Yellow kisses of light burst off the once-still reflecting pool.
I breathe warm summer air
and put wrinkles on all that look within it.
The sun smolders with anger, glares at me--
scolds me for disturbing the stillness.
I flow over small green mountains
like a downward stream.
As I pass, the peaceful weeds wrestle each other and
lazy daffodils dance with me in the golden light.
I weave through muddy brown trees,
and the pea-green leaves applaud me.
I take my bow and move on to the rest of the world.