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2019-2020 DAR Winning Essays (school level)

Below are three DAR essays from the Sept. 2019 contest. The first is by Caden Maxwell (11th grade school-level winner). The second is by Ivy Wynne (9th grade school-level winner). The third is by Juliet Cairney (honorable mention for best story/plot). Thanks to all seventy-eight students who submitted entries into this contest! “A Sailor’s Experiences as Part of Christopher Columbus’ First Expedition to the Americas” Brian Caden Maxwell 1 Royal Drive Cochran, GA 31014 478-934-6258 Bleckley County High School 9th Grade Hawkinsville Chapter of DAR Words: 1181 Benito Romero, a calloused, gruff old sailor, sat creaking in his rocking chair. He sat in his Spanish farmhouse while five of his grandchildren, all under ten years old, played at his feet. The two oldest, a girl and a boy in their teenage years, were talking in the kitchen. Benito sat, smoking his pipe in deep thought. He had plenty to think about considering all of his adventuro...

MGA Field Trip Writing Anthology, 2019

The link below should open the anthology of student writing created on our field trip to MGA, 2019. https://drive.google.com/open?id=1ty8JkZLk0NHN79A5AjiSXgTf8jPPJea7

5th Per. 2018-19 Poet Laureate's Contest Entries

“Poem of Life” By: Trinity Bowie I am not that old. I have learned things. I will learn things, as I go. I hope not to die young. I hope I don’t suffer when I’m old and frail. I've seen much suffering. I’ve done much suffering, that you may never know. My life story so far, is too much for now. I want peace. I win and loose peace, as goes the story of life. I wish my family well, and that it goes on for some time. Though I am not ready to die, one day, I’ll be ready to die, as does my grandmother. She says she wants to go home to the lord. All we do is cry. We are not ready. We will not be ready. We can only hide our eyes. “Don’t Blink” By Harlie Corner The baby wakes up, Eyes open like the sky. Her parents lean over her And her laughter fills the room. The child wakes up, Her eyes narrow with glee As she runs through the grass. Not a care in the world, And she feels as if she can fly. The youn...