Youth Writing Contest

Gun in hand gear on back I took the icy steps. Before the sun a frost had come the moon showed every breath. To my delight the sun did light each branch and leaf there

Life is like a tree You live, you die You can’t even live till a hundred and thirty three You can’t even ask why. Your legs are like the roots They grow and they move

The alarm rang and I jumped out of bed. I kept telling myself that this was going to be the year. This was going to be the season that I would get a turkey. I

The golden sun was just beginning to peak up over the horizon as my dad and I dropped the last few decoys in the water with a splash. Suddenly, we heard a sound like a

I wobbled on my paws as I paced to and fro in the back end of the old, grey pickup while it bounced down the uneven dirt road. I was shaking with excitement when it

As we drove away from the lake and I thought about my lead in the contest, I could only hope that I would remain in first place and that no one else would score higher

Peaceful flowing breeze is playing with my hair. Early morning sun puts out a beautiful glare. Another day to mend mistakes that seem to be made without a care. A loving warm comfort that will

Upon a morning long ago, A man set out a-hunting, With gun in hand To hunting stand He went his way a-grunting. He set his blow-up decoy out, (A model of a turkey), And settled

This afternoon, I got the time to go scouting in the woods. Then, I put my tree stand up. I found a good trail going to the cornfield. Four weeks later, I got the time