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Congratulations to the winners of our 2020 Poetry Contest!


The Little Birdies by Alissa

Little birdies like to tweet
While walking down the street
Looking for something good to eat
In the dark, birdies go and dance in the park
After that they snuggle with their warm little heart.
In the morning it’s nice and bright
And so, the birdies share the little light inside them that makes the birdies special.


April, 2020 by Madison Schoewe

April goes through all seasons at once
At least in Chicago, that’s what it does.
The air flows by, turning to snow
And suddenly we learned how to grow
It’s changed us for good, no telling how,
The world is changing what we do now
Most are distraught, or upset, or blue
Despite the worry, I understand the truth
Happiness has started spreading like fire
Showing the hope, faith and all the smiles we desire
We hold onto each other- as close as we can
I know eventually, we’ll all stand
Sturdy like a rock, stand tall like a tree
We will prevail, I promise, you’ll see.
Taken for granted, that’s what’s come clear
We’re able to see now, the strength and the fear.
We’re one in the same, we all do what we can
Unique and curious, we’re all human.


In a Time of Distance by Preeti Singh

The unexpected always happens in the way
The unexpected has always occurred:
While we are doing something else,
While we are thinking of altogether
Different things – matters that events
Then show to be every bit as unimportant
As our human concerns so often are;
And then, with the unexpected upon us,
We look at one another with a sort of surprise;
How could things possibly turn out this way
When we are so competent, so pleased
With the elaborate systems we’ve created –
Networks and satellites, intelligent machines,
Pills for every eventuality – except this one?
And so we turn again to face one another
And discover those things
We had almost forgotten,
But that, mercifully, are still there:
Love and friendship, not just for those
To whom we are closest, but also for those
Whom we do not know and of whom
Perhaps we have in the past been frightened;
The words brother and sister, powerful still,
Are brought out, dusted down,
Found to be still capable of expressing
What we feel for others, that precise concern;
Joined together in adversity
We discover things we had put aside:
Old board games with obscure rules,
Books we had been meaning to read,
Letters we had intended to write,
Things we had thought we might say
But for which we never found the time;
And from these discoveries of self, of time,
There comes a new realisation
That we have been in too much of hurry,
That we have misused our fragile world,
That we have forgotten the claims of others
Who have been left behind;
We find that out in our seclusion,
In our silence; we commit ourselves afresh,
We look for a few bars of song
That we used to sing together,
A long time ago; we give what we can,
We wait, knowing that when this is over
A lot of us – not all perhaps – but most,
Will be slightly different people,
And our world, though diminished,
Will be much bigger, its beauty revealed afresh.