Youth Writing Contest

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

I felt someone shaking me. I woke up. It was my dad. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Ready for what?” “Hunting.” That got me moving. I jumped up and looked at the clock. It was

Nature surrounds us, Me, Dad, and Nug, Dad and I walking, Nugget chasing a bug. Guns by our sides, Wearing orange vests, All I can feel is my Heart in my chest. Farther we walk,

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