We had a fantastic crop of talented poets turn out for our Haiku Festival, receiving submissions from as close as our neighbors on Vashon-Maury Island to as far away as Bielsko-Biała, Poland. Read the winning poems in each category here. Mukai will print and display each individually calligraphed poem on our grounds at 18017 107th Ave SW, Vashon, WA.
We encourage visitors to Mukai Farm & Garden to vote for their favorite haiku for the People’s Choice awards online or at the kiosk near our parking lot through May 22. Enter the number that corresponds to your favorite poem in the area below to vote for it. Voting is free, however a $2 donation is encouraged.
Thank you to all of our poets for your inspiring work!
1 | Bruce Haulman | Heritage | Nineteen Forty Two
Vashon Japanese exiled Strawberries ripen |
2 | Bruce Haulman | Social justice | Eighty years ago
May 16, 1942 Vashon’s Exile Day |
3 | Bruce Haulman | Heritage | Wet Lush Green Vashon
Exile and Captivity Dry Harsh Brown Pinedale |
4 | Julia Mark | Social justice | Through the noise of greed
A future world is calling: “Please, save some for me” |
5 | Julia Mark | Social justice | Nine-Zero-Six-Six
When the Order came, they left Hearts cracked, heads held high |
6 | susan wiley | Social justice | Strawberry roots struggle
With memory in hallowed ground Robin pulls red worms. |
7 | susan wiley | Reflections | Come rain drown anger
Finding place at the table To quench and begin. |
8 | susan wiley | Nature | Winter sealed seeds
Prepare in deep rooted soil Its own time for bloom. |
9 | Eric Odegard | Nature | Winter’s cold darkness
Our annual reminder Sunshine starts within |
10 | Eric Odegard | Nature | Longing for summer’s
Hot dry days that make me long For winter’s cool rain |
11 | Brit Myers | Nature | through breaks in the storm
flocks of little birds yet rise to joyride the sky |
12 | Brit Myers | Nature | new dawn dew point
apprentice rainbow-maker to the spring sunrise |
13 | Stan Kitashima | Nature | Sun Mountain View’s
dappled through the sky so bright Silent in the night |
14 | Julia Mark | Nature | Weary Winter soul
Willing the first buds of Spring Nature turns, laughing |
15 | Ted Gibblons | Nature | The bald eagle squeaks:
No need for bel canto: he Has lunch in silence. |
16 | Ted Gibblons | Nature | Ruby throat Hummers
Don’t take guff from an Anna. Diva dives crown queens. |
17 | Hilary Emmer | Nature | The frogs awaken
The orchestra of croaks sing Vashon spring is here |
18 | Hilary Emmer | Nature | Pink flowers of plum
Brighten our minds with color Warmer days ahead |
19 | Hilary Emmer | Nature | Daffodils open
Yellow white along the trails Tears fall from my eyes |
20 | Eric Odegard | Reflections | Writing a haiku
Wondering if it’s wrong to Use a pseudonym |
21 | Colleen Melody | Reflections | Work, dim sum, Showbox,
baseball, Costco, lunch with dad. Three-boat schedule, please. |
22 | Brit Myers | Reflections | Love’s penmanship is
writing bad haikus with Dad as we laugh & laugh |
23 | Emeilia Odegard | Reflections | Whirring in the sky,
Blocking out the big, bright, sun, Tennis ball soaring. |
24 | JT Wingett | Reflections | be still be one be
at peace be open be here be steady have faith |
25 | JT Wingett | Reflections | have love have grace have
humility have patience have heart take over |
26 | Colleen Melody | Reflections | Patience rewarded!
The two-year winter now ends With hugs from old friends. |
27 | Colleen Melody | Reflections | Shy, sheltered toddler
Sees her first busy playground. Her wide eyes say, “Huh?!” |
28 | Emeilia Odegard | Young Poets | Dreaming in the dark,
The future glitters ahead, Among changing worlds. |
29 | Emeilia Odegard | Young Poets | Please don’t label me,
It is confusing and strange, Because I don’t know. |
30 | JT Wingett | Reflections | shape shifting soldiers
from another universe stealing frozen heads |
31 | Stan Kitashima | Reflections | Freedom mystified
Illusion or delusion Living in a lie |
32 | Stan Kitashima | Reflections | Little boat swaying
To and fro rock and roll Dreaming where to go |
33 | Ted Gibblons | Reflections | Cemetery Road:
Forest walk, raven calls echo. Green graveyard sun: thanks. |
34 | Christine Consolacion | Reflections | You remember me
Hello there, It’s been some time Wipe the mirror down |
35 | Christine Consolacion | Reflections | Give me gentleness
The warm embrace of the sun Reminds me of it |
36 | Christine Consolacion | Reflections | Those moments in time
We cherish for a lifetime Be still, my dear self |
37 | P Plympton Branson | Nature | Beautiful rainbow
Touching my eternal soul There for all to see |
38 | Debbie Butler | Nature | it’s real wet today
atmospheric river? huh… used to call it rain |
39 | Debbie Butler | Nature | earth’s turn: unchanging
time dances while we skip rope across the clock’s face |
40 | Goran Gatalica | Nature | memories of the war
catching the flyaway seeds father’s harvester |
41 | Goran Gatalica | Nature | just another world
in my grandmother’s basket the first strawberries |
42 | Goran Gatalica | Nature | with clear awareness
harvested from my father’s field vibrant strawberries |
43 | Barbara G Hoonan | Nature | Like silk, the fog drifts,
concealing the outstretched arms of ancient hemlocks |
44 | Barbara G Hoonan | Nature | In silence, we walk
Above, the raven observes trailside companion |
45 | Barbara G Hoonan | Reflections | Morning’s icy breath
reminds me to be thankful for refuge, for home. |
46 | Harriet Shull | Nature | Lovely Mount Rainier
Seen from our island across the bay Majestic beauty |
47 | P Plympton Branson | Reflections | Granddaughters show love
In an unsuspecting way Touch my heart daily |
48 | Chee Wong | Reflections | We wander alone,
Along the old beaten track, Dreams only known to us. |
49 | The Salish Sea School Students — By Jack (10), Claiborne (11), Kenzia (10), Evan (9), Erin (9) | Young Poets | Black and white orcas
Need salmon for their babies Southern Residents |
50 | The Salish Sea School Students— By Isla (7), Sailor (8), Lena (7), Elliot (6), Bronwyn (8) | Young Poets | J Pod’s new baby
Is adorable and small Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute |
51 | The Salish Sea School Students— By Sawyer (7), Eli (6), William (6), Piper (6), Noelle (6) | Young Poets | Hy’shqa’s new baby
Cute, tiny, and rubbery Well wishes for both |
52 | Amelia Stone | Young Poets | What is a haiku?
I don’t know how about you? Five seven five what??!! |
53 | Willa Lee and June Lee | Young Poets | I sat on coral
I did it on accident Sorry to the fish |
54 | Willa Lee and June Lee | Young Poets | Obama shave ice
So sweet, sour, and yummy Spill it in the car |
55 | Willa Lee and June Lee | Young Poets | Palm and coconut
Are they made of wood or not? I don’t think they are. |
56 | Kai DiZazzo | Young Poets | Owls live in the trees
They build nests in cavities I want to live there |
57 | Rebecca Graves | Reflections | Synchronicity
Abounds, and once in a while Allows us a glimpse. |
58 | Rebecca Graves | Reflections | Terrifying times.
My stultified life so rued, Now a warm blanket. |
59 | Chee Wong | Nature | Christmas in July,
When pionsettias dress in red, In a street parade. |
60 | Chee Wong | Nature | A walking pilgrim,
Across mountains and valleys, In the winter snow. |
61 | Kenny Alton | Reflections | Living lonely days
Now I am a falling star Kissing the Earth’s lips |
62 | Carpe Diem (no name given) | Young Poets | A shining mountain
A beautiful vast forest And a wolf lives there |
63 | Carpe Diem (no name given) | Young Poets | Spring time is here now
A fox comes out of its den And catches a mouse |
64 | Carpe Diem (no name given) | Young Poets | The bunny hops fast
Looking hard for her burrow She finds her burrow |
65 | Helena J. Folkestad | Young Poets | The bunny hops past
Quick as a wave, fast as wind Carrot for dinner |
66 | Mairin | Young Poets | Pine tree with needles
You pine tree are wind and hill Pine tree you are earth |
67 | Zoey | Young Poets | Trees wave in the wind
The wind whistles and howls The forest is calm |
68 | Carpe Diem (no name given) | Young Poets | A rooster looks up
A call shatters the silence A rooster waits too |
69 | Duncan | Young Poets | A cat took a nap
And caught some mice Then went back to sleep |
70 | Truman O’Brien | Nature | Swoop, dive, soar and chirp
Fresh mown grass on a sunny day The swallows return |
71 | Dawn Smart | Nature | Spring’s morning sun
streams in, reveals golden day Eyes widen, hearts laugh |
72 | Dawn Smart | Nature | Night stillness broken
faint whisper of summer wind Heron lifts skyward |
73 | Dawn Smart | Reflections | Laughter encircles
family and friends once more releasing pent joy |
74 | Lucinda Boyle | Nature | Morning blackbirds trill
scattering petals like snow on bright daffodils |
75 | Lucinda Boyle | Nature | I wade through a pond
My boot gets stuck in the mud I pull it free: “squelch” |
76 | Lucinda Boyle | Nature | Actinomycetes
celebrate the springtime rains with sweet petrichor |
78 | Kenny Alton | Reflections | Each step like a tear
Falling from the face of love Joy is confusing |
79 | Kenny Alton | Nature | Sun upon my skin
Clouds mirror my open eyes A soul awakens |
80 | Andrea Bakke | Nature | Earthworms come alive
Wriggling, squiggling in the bin My garbage, their food |
81 | Andrea Bakke | Nature | The South Wind rolls in
Its white caps take to the north Now we wait for rain |
82 | Andrea Bakke | Reflections | Leading his people
Zelenskyy’s a true hero Ukraine will prevail |
83 | Jane Neubauer | Nature | Red currents full bloom
yellow daffodils smiling joyous gifts of March |
84 | Bart Diener | Reflections | Last year I was robbed
It will not happen again My wife is a judge |
85 | Jason Staczek | Reflections | it’s omicron time
be sure to keep your mask on stay safe, okay? bye. |
86 | Adele Evershed | Social Justice | watching the parade
the children waving bunting the men waving guns |
87 | Adele Evershed | Reflections | sacred waterfall
the loud cascade of blueness dripping down her wrist |
88 | Adele Evershed | Reflections | the spring moon waning
she drops her green kimono behind cloud cover |
89 | Manda Long | Nature | It’s pretty serene
Seagulls call like blaring horns Breaks the quiet calm |
90 | Manda Long | Nature | The screen stares at me
Aching eyes longing to be Staring out window |
91 | Manda Long | Reflections | Hello my sofa
Catch me on comfy cushions Let me smoosh my cheeks |
92 | Devon DeLapp | Nature | Yellow light lays down
In a forest’s blue black bed Like fire, frozen |
93 | Noa Martin | Young Poets | Venus has gas clouds
the clouds are poisonous but it has no moons |
94 | Owen DeLapp | Young Poets | Volcano booms big
Hot lava spreads into beds Darkness covers all |
95 | Owen DeLapp | Young Poets | Weather strikes, big winds
Houses fall down on the ground Storm passed, calm again |
96 | Kathryn True | Nature | At the last moment
I tuck the two-spot feather Into my pocket |
97 | Kathryn True | Nature | On platinum sea
Sun throws a rainbow dagger Gray horizon bleeds |
98 | Kathryn True | Nature | In a tiny vase,
last haiku from the old plum Lichened branch blossoms |
99 | Cherie Suzuki | Young Poets | a sip of hojicha tea
puppy cuddles on my knee raindrops fall on leaves |
100 | Cherie Suzuki | Young Poets | walk to the tee box
birds chirping, my heart beating one, two, whoosh, ball flies |
101 | Cherie Suzuki | Young Poets | cherry petals fall
then ride with the free spring wind I wear new pink shoes |
102 | Kim Van Cleave | Social Justice | Scars, pain, fear, chains, death
Learning, evolving, growing Seeds, love, hope, smiles, life |
103 | Kim Van Cleave | Social Justice | anathema then
intersectionality It begins to bloom |
104 | Kim Van Cleave | Nature | Sakura hana
Watashi no hana desu Appreciation |
105 | Tracy Koncilja | Reflections | Across the water
Buoys blinking red and green Stars shine on Vashon |
106 | Tracy Koncilja | Reflections | Loud laughter, no masks
Patrons revel in freedom Raise a glass of wine |
107 | Tracy Koncilja | Nature | Magnolia trees
Reaching to drink spring sunbeams Bursting pink petals |
108 | Isabelle Reilly | Reflections | blanket ‘round your waist,
extra cream in my coffee; today we are small |
109 | Isabelle Reilly | Reflections | perhaps there’s no god
to rule us but the weather and cats’ snack schedules. |
110 | Isabelle Reilly | Reflections | our hands are shovels;
we’ll learn to talk with worms and dig to the earth’s core |
111 | Tanya Andrious | Reflections | Despair undermines
Dislocating sense of self Towards destruction |
112 | Tanya Andrious | Social Justice | Oh propaganda
Persuasive and dangerous Hard to tell the truth |
113 | Tanya Andrious | Nature | Depleted and dry
Tears unleashed from the Heavens Bringing life from death |
114 | R.D Walton | Nature | The clouds gray and heavy
Rumble and roll with thunder, Heralds of the storm. |
115 | R.D Walton | Reflections | The blood has gone dry
The bodies, settled beyond, The war never ends. |
116 | R.D Walton | Nature | A blanket of stars
Settles over the heavens, Lays the world to sleep. |
117 | Valentina Ranaldi-Adams | Reflections | banners of yellow
and blue are now everywhere . . . a faraway war |
118 | Christopher Calvin | Heritage | ring of mountains
circling the histories of our heritage |
119 | Christopher Calvin | Nature | the sunflower field
morning greeting…deepens as twilight turns sunlight |
120 | Christopher Calvin | Reflections | lily pond
me and windless ripples soul reflection |
121 | Susan McCabe | Reflections | Spoon with man and dog
Morning dawns warm with snuggles Starts a perfect day |
122 | Susan McCabe | Nature | Bird strikes my window
We share a longing gaze then Hungry hawk takes her |
123 | Susan McCabe | Nature | Blossoms pink the sky
Cherry bloom scent fills the air I inhale spring’s breath |
124 | Jane Irish Nelson | Nature | Robins, skunk cabbages,
And pussywillow catkins, Harbingers of spring. |
125 | Jane Irish Nelson | Reflections | Sunflowers, blue skies,
But everyone is worried, Thinking of Ukraine. |
126 | Jane Irish Nelson | Heritage | Genealogy,
Looking for our ancestors, Stories of their lives. |
127 | Tim Avolio-Toly | Reflections | She sleeps safe and sound
Curling like a shell against me Her breath is a wave |
128 | Tim Avolio-Toly | Nature | Quick to the feeder
They fight with feathers flapping None are discouraged |
129 | Tim Avolio-Toly | Nature | The Dogwood blooms again
Not in full, but in promise Of a life in Spring |
130 | Tohma Ono | Young Poets | The tranquility
A nice cool breeze on my face Around me birds sing |
131 | Tohma Ono | Young Poets | The ocean waves crash
Colorful fish everywhere The big coral reef |
132 | Tohma Ono | Young Poets | The starry night sky
Stars that make many patterns The big milky way |
133 | Brinley Hamilton | Young Poets | The rain is falling
The night is dark and cold Stars are shining bright |
134 | Jaidyn Rumburg-Scherler | Young Poets | I adore horses
You can ride them. It is fun. I only rode once |
135 | Jacquelyn Wegley | Young Poets | Nature is pretty
I love Nature so so much I love the green leaves |
136 | Freddy Holverstott | Young Poets | Nice garden bright green
Trees blowing in the wind Flowers blooming bright |
137 | Annalia Hetrick-Richmond | Young Poets | Trees are beautiful
Flowers are beautiful too And that’s nature’s way |
138 | Charlottte Sordenstone | Young Poets | Gallup horses trot
Jump jump jump click click click clack Now stop stop halt |
139 | Dominic (Chappie) Oko | Young Poets | Ice cream is good yay
And cat yay yay yay yay yay Dogs too yay yay yay |
140 | Declan (Ducky) Harpole | Young Poets | Creeper moo moo moo
Creeper moo moo moo moo moo Creeper moo moo moo |
141 | Juno Leonard | Young Poets | Birds chorus, finding
Seeds, friends, foes throughout the day Simple says peaceful |
142 | Juno Leonard | Young Poets | Threats enough we have
Our home planet in danger Yet we destroy more |
143 | Juno Leonard | Young Poets | Down in the marshlands
Where the reeds grow, frogs chatter Singing of springtime |
144 | Bonnie Wilkins | Reflections | Watching snow melting,
letting go of the to-do list. What is wrong with that? |
145 | Bonnie Wilkins | Reflections | Busted by police
for writing a bad haiku, tail between his legs. |
146 | Bonnie Wilkins | Nature | Snow drops to the ground,
freeing the burdened pine-bough. I am still, and watch. |
147 | Tom Wilkins | Reflections | Fresh baked whole wheat bread.
The air heady with fragrance. Yes, there is a God. |
148 | Tom Wilkins | Nature | A rustling of leaves
A quick feathery darting, How I love the wren! |
149 | Tom Wilkins | Nature | Yellows and soft pink.
Cherry and forsythia Glow against the dark forest. |
150 | Jill Andrews | Nature | Rousing dawn chorus
a recessional hymn departing seabirds |
151 | Dan Iulian | Social Justice | refugee shelter –
the orphan child spelling “home” in a foreign tongue |
152 | Dan Iulian | Heritage | around the wood stove –
the grandmother moved into an endless story |
153 | Dan Iulian | Nature | bees and wasps and drones –
sharing the colorful light of the same blossoms |
154 | Lucas Logan | Young Poets | The eagle flies high
The heron has a long neck The sky is pretty! |
155 | Collete Hoglund | Nature | seasoned cattails molt
unfolding fluffy hairdos blessings in the wind |
156 | Collete Hoglund | Nature | geothermal mist
ethereal ascension smoke signal prayers |
157 | Collete Hoglund | Reflections | enduring the storm
blowing shadows from my bones heart begins anew |
158 | Debbie Butler | Heritage | Caucasian grandpa
Fort Lincoln Internment Camp they took Germans, too |
159 | Tomosumi | Heritage | strawberry fields
my ojiisan remembers summertime kisses |
160 | Tomosumi | Social justice | facing east to west
sunflowers rise up against Cumulonimbus |
161 | Tomosumi | Reflections | watercolor brush
Kenjiro Nomura paints assembly centers |
162 | Benjamin Gould | Heritage | Whence? I ask my gods
And what rites? What relation? These feet will walk home |
163 | Benjamin Gould | Heritage | Do-re-mi-fa! So….
Hear One Voice Willing the Dawn Courage blinding mourn |
164 | Benjamin Gould | Nature | Anther’s red whisper
Pistils invoking ripe breath rhythmic, All knowing |
165 | P Plympton Branson | Reflections | Brush long hair again
Feel the generations lapse Time stood still today |
166 | Stephanie Seeley | Nature | Look On The Water
See In The Water, Under Eyes Delights of Sights. |
167 | Stephanie Seeley | Nature | Woodpecker Laughing
But Is That Bird Mocking Me? He Just Laughs Because. |
168 | Dulce Rozon | Nature | Bees flutter around
Smell of sweet flowers abound Spring is here for now |
169 | Dulce Rozon | Nature | Raindrops on the ground
The smell of rain fills the air April comes our way |
170 | Anna Shomsky | Nature | A murder of crows
Stitching the sky together On sharp needle wings |
171 | Anna Shomsky | Nature | The sky divided
By electrical wires Like eroded quartz |
172 | Anna Shomsky | Nature | Washing our ankles
In the icy mountain spring Then stepping in mud |
173 | Daya Bhat | Nature | koel’s early notes
grazing the magnolias summer in sharp four |
174 | Daya Bhat | Nature | teeth sink in gunwales
dripping down from my elbows these ripe mango boats |
175 | Daya Bhat | Nature | lost in the chorus
baritones of cicadas the making of stars |
176 | Karen Kent | Nature | River in the sky
Rains come–quenching–seed and shoots Reach up to join it |
177 | Karen Kent | Nature | Spring is the promise
Morning peaks in the window Sooner every day |
178 | Karen Kent | Nature | Washed in on the tide
Endless wonders dot the sand Pockets full of gifts |
179 | Stephanie Seeley | Reflections | Cold Shirt Does Not Keep
The Fire Inside, Spider Might Be There Instead. |
180 | Dulce Rozon | Reflections | Thoughts in constant flight
Staggering through day and night Hearts delight and fright |
181 | Holden Hamilton | Young Poets | Mukai is pretty
Strawberries and history Canning plant and fruit |
182 | Jen Huntley | Nature | Spring’s forest jewel
Indian Plum Chandeliers Pew! Smells like Cat Pee! |
183 | Perry Yip | Young Poets | Albatross are cool.
They are good at flying far. They love squid. Me too. |
184 | Tina Anderson | Reflections | He never knew you
Gone before you met your son Young man in photo |
185 | Tina Anderson | Nature | Dark raven guide me
Deep into these verdant woods Mosses dripping dew |
186 | Tina Anderson | Nature | Oh sweet hand in mine
On this trail we discover New worlds to explore |
187 | Allison Do | Nature | A foggy morning –
Reaching out into the mist Grasping for a thought |
188 | Allison Do | Reflections | how to measure growth –
what should have I accomplished at twenty-seven? |
189 | Allison Do | Heritage | Have you eaten yet?
A Chinese call and response, I can always eat |
190 | Mihovila Čeperić-Biljan | Nature | bullet casing
my re-planted cherry in bloom |
191 | Mihovila Čeperić-Biljan | Nature | our cherry in bloom …
my father’s hands alive again |
192 | Marian Brennan | Nature | Barren brumal branch
a red berry clings by an icy thread |
193 | Marian Brennan | Nature | Haiku 2: Full-moon maple leaves
listening to soft voices near a mossy stone |
194 | Marian Brennan | Nature | Ivory sloup drifts
wind sweeping the Salish Sea inflates the canvas sail. |
195 | Linda Allen | Reflections | bought a vintage truck
then picked up a one arm tan escape when i can |
196 | Linda Allen | Reflections | possibly, sometimes?
chronically indecisive? hmmm? perhaps i am |
197 | Linda Allen | Reflections | hoya cut from mum’s
sprigs smuggled across border home now rooting here |
198 | Samantha Wright | Nature | Blackberry twilight
sugar-sprinkled, stumbling dusk sunlight in shadow |
199 | Samantha Wright | Nature | Softly, pink snow sighs
Songbirds predict early blooms Cherry trees oblige |
200 | Samantha Wright | Nature | Quickening soil knocks
Larkspur and lilac agree It is time to grow |
201 | David McClellan | Nature | Soft moss on my roof
Eats the shingles, bit by bit And such pretty fuzz |
202 | David McClellan | Nature | One-oh-eight degrees
Heat wave like never ever Sand dollars at risk |
203 | David McClellan | Heritage | Logs, fish, crops, bricks, ships
Vashon-Maury history now commuters, arts |
204 | Reid Wegley | Nature | Salty Sea Lion
Slaps a Seagull with a fish While I rinse a dish |
205 | Holden Hamilton | Young Poets | Crashing together
A gas cloud and nebula It looks so pretty |
206 | Ella Odegard | Young Poets | Today you can keep
square roots and fractions, while I take trees and tadpoles |
207 | Ella Odegard | Young Poets | Climbing up a tree.
Does it get better than this? The branches doubt it. |
208 | Ella Odegard | Young Poets | even when we think
we’re old, important, busy let’s still be laughing |
209 | Jane Valencia | Nature | Cold outside with dog
Stars freeze too — night is punctured Strokes of silver — swans! |
210 | Thomas Parobek | Nature | Still and quiet path
The forest seems as fiction Light stepping of foot |
211 | Thomas Parobek | Reflections | Elusive dark sleep
Heavy laden droomy trance Lonely night remains |
212 | Thomas Parobek | Nature | Crackling snap of wood
Glow of slow flame and ember Smoke dances upward |
213 | Tom Conway | Reflections | October harvest
Boxed and stored on the back porch Sweetness comes with time |
214 | Tom Conway | Nature | Tulips lilt for light,
Slow dancing between shadows, Petaled chorus line |
215 | Tom Conway | Nature | Cooped up hens and chicks
Jack in the box each morning Clucking choir released |
216 | Rachel Keil | Reflections | You don’t know the pain
That is silently carried Like lead in my bones |
217 | Rachel Keil | Reflections | Trail spreads before me
Mind wandering on its own Legs know the way |
218 | Rachel Keil | Reflections | You filled the spaces
Ones I didn’t know were there So much empty space |
219 | Katherine Helgeland | Reflections | Sun rising, eyes wide
Golden glow warms sacred earth See God’s finest church |
220 | Katherine Helgeland | Nature | White butts in the field
Moving slowly up the hill Soon elk disappear |
221 | Katherine Helgeland | Heritage | I remember you
Uff da, lefse, namen do Yuck! Lutefisk too |
222 | Greer Cardoza | Young Poets | Shining in the sky
Illuminating the night With the stars by its side |
223 | Greer Cardoza | Young Poets | Lift off of the ground
With your pretty feathered wings Launch into the sky |
224 | Greer Cardoza | Young Poets | A hurt cry for help
Silently we do not hear it Our earth is crying |
225 | Marlowe Cardoza | Young Poets | Future, Present, Past
These words mean nothing to time It just keeps moving |
226 | Marlowe Cardoza | Young Poets | A deep indigo
a twisting and turning moon and gentle bright stars |
227 | Marlowe Cardoza | Young Poets | Walk up to the shrine
Underneath the Torii gate Kamisama home |
228 | Fae Cardoza | Young Poets | The moon is bright but
it can change to crescent circles and skinny crescent |
229 | Fae Cardoza | Young Poets | The clouds are big but
can be gone very soon in very cold weather |
230 | Fae Cardoza | Young Poets | Hawks are beautiful
the sun is more beautiful The full moon is too |
231 | Burke Michaels | Reflections | The old man farts loudly
Splash the earth cries in much pain Boom flip crack smash goes the man |
232 | Burke Michaels | Social Justice | Death and plague break souls
War and pain destroy ukraine people help and hurt |
233 | Debra Paulsen | Nature | Leaf fell, then eagle
rose to become cloud. Rain touched my face like feathers. |
234 | Debra Paulsen | Reflections | No better time to
Die, to send one’s soul tumbling with Autumn’s last leaves. |
235 | Adi Shepard | Nature | Yellow daffodils,
Bright and sunny with kindness, Smile blooms on my face |
236 | Adi Shepard | Social Justice | Suspicious looks cast
his way, his charcoal skin a Threat, hatred can kill. |
237 | Adi Shepard | Social Justice | She was innocent,
That didn’t seem to matter. Shots fired, blood stains sheets. |
238 | Petra Hilderbrand | Young Poets | Strawberry mountain
Tall and short or steep and flat Always welcoming |
239 | Petra Hilderbrand | Young Poets | “Buzz” go the bees
Bees comb honey in their hive Bees pollinating |
240 | Petra Hilderbrand | Young Poets | Vashon Washington
A cute island in the sound Will always be home |
241 | Stephen Hilderbrand | Nature | Gossamer threads fields
Woven so swift and gently Ensnares passing flies |
242 | Stephen Hilderbrand | Heritage | Strawberry island
We all must work to preserve Welcome home, Vashon |
243 | Stephen Hilderbrand | Reflections | Ferries kiss, reflect
Surrounded by sound around Sing out, you are here |
244 | Sebastian Chrobak | Reflections | friendship in progress
the taste of our strawberries sweeter every day |
245 | Henry Herridge | Young Poets | Ice Cream is good yay
Dogs yay yay yay yay yay yay yay And cats too yay yay |