Teen Poetry Contest Winner for 2006
Kara Mui
Lincoln Junior High School, grade 8

Those

The land—this strange, foreign place—
            bends and curves and twists and
    screams
            with solitude, of course.
White is a fleeting illusion…
Underneath, the ground lies
            dormant among those
    deep, dark emerald trees
            and those enigmatically obsidian
        rocks, dashed with wispy cloud
    figments.
The sky is insignificant
            When clashing with those tall mountains.
They can’t seem to…
Obscure…
Those
            many
    things.