The young winners of a junior poetry competition which attarcted entries from across the globe have received their prizes.
Stamford Arts Centre ran the competition to on the theme of Where I Live to encourage youngsters to put pen to paper.
Award-winning poet Wendy Cope handed out the prizes of Walkers Bookshop tokens, as well as poetry compilations which Wendy kindly signed.
Our picture shows the local winners with Wendy; Benjamin Saunders, Klarissa Mistry, James M Usher, Tasha Mountain, Esme Hoomtje-Fisher and Hanna Hughes.
I live in a universe
On lovely earth
In the beautiful UK
In brilliant England
Close to the great town of Stamford
In peaceful Uffington
At not so unlucky number 13
With a huge room and a snug bed
Next door to an inspiring church spire
With a large garden
Full of snowdrops and daffodils and pink blossoming trees
And a slightly dim cat
Near a nice river walk
Where elegant swans glide slowly by.
By Benjamin Saunders.
Winner: Under nines category
Children gather like wild rabbits,
Chatting, laughing and playing,
Linked together as friends or mates.
Lush, emerald parks speckled with wild flowers which are hand to tame,
Overgrown foliage makes the perfect dens,
Creaking swings allow you to fly to up above, into space like an astronaut,
Round, round, roundabouts.
Shaggy playful dogs madly wag their tails,
Sniff; sniff as if they’ve got a cold,
They climb all of the time.
Ice cold sharp winer winds pierce my skin,
Frost and air as fresh as mints,
Snow melting as fast as Usain Bolt runnin.
The smell of fresh bread, cakes and cookies come from the local bakery,
Sweet, delicate also vibrant coloured flowers blossom as I walk past the florist,
Friendly, glowing faces welcome you where I live...
By Klarissa Mistry.
Winner: Under 13 category
By the Cambs
The cows continue to fascinate scores of school kids
The air is free with rings of cycles
The greenery shimmers,
the sky is an eager blue
A Morgan’s constructer nods to me as I walk by
Two ducks waddle slowly, solemnly
Calling to each other with a prolonged waak
As they cross Trumpington Road, at its busiest
Seasoned peak traffic commuters stare, bemused
As they dry their wet wings in the leisurely rays of light
Velvety darkness sparkles,and the streets glow gold
A row of Narnian street lamps
The wind whips not, it dances
Branches weave their way betwixt the black embossed lamps
Boots click on the bronze buttons scattered within the pavement
By Ashwini Thayyil.
Winner: age 13-17 category