Just as in 2015, we received hundreds of poems from schoolchildren across Yorkshire. Our brilliant poetry co-ordinator Judi put together a shortlist and these were sent to the award-winning children’s poet Rachel Rooney. Rachel had already come up to Nidderdale to run school workshops for us.
The poetry competition is something that the NiddFest team is very proud of and values highly. One of the founding principles of the festival is to inspire a love of nature and books in children. We hope that all the hundreds of children who entered enjoyed creating that little bit of magic on a page that is a poem. We are grateful to each and every child who entered our competition. And also to the Friends of the Nidderdale AONB who sponsored and supported the competition.
Here are the winning poems in the three age categories:
Winner Y1 and Y2
St Cuthbert’s CE Primary School, Pateley Bridge
Beautiful, quiet, icy
A frozen cold lake.
Snow falls like soft feathers
Ice shines like crystals
Winner Y3 and Y4
The Boyle and Petyt Primary School
Nature is a …
Nature is a wizard,
Conjuring a sunflower from a small seed.
Nature is a carpet,
Covering the ground with fragrant flowers.
Nature is a scheme,
Of the seasons we go through.
Nature is an emotion
Of anger, humility, joy and amazement.
Nature is a parent,
Feeding, helping and protecting their young.
Nature is a child,
Playing with the elements.
Nature is a kaleidoscope
Making patterns with its many colours.
Nature is a battlefield
Where the species are fighting for survival.
Nature is a book,
Full of pictures and stories.
Nature is a circle,
With no beginning and no end.
Winner Y5 and Y6
Riccall County Primary School
I’m ready, ready and waiting
A little rodent running through the grass.
My wings beating fast,
My lunch, having its lunch.
As I hover, as I wait, my lunch having its lunch.
My razor blade talons, ready, ready and waiting.
The grass starts rustling and shaking,
Another one appears.
I strike! I miss, I screech in anger,
I start chaing, chaing my prey.
Still locked on, ready, ready and waiting.
One’s wounded, yes! Time to strike!
Got one, want another,
It’s running, not for long.
My eyes locked on,
I dive razore talons ready.
I strike! Got him, Yes!
I eat then fly away…
Searching, searching for another hunt.