'Border Voices' incluye las voces de ocho estudiantes del Unificado de San Diego

Los estudiantes poetas de las primarias Hawthorne y Spreckels y de la escuela Grant K-8 han sido honrados por Border Voices (Voces de la frontera), promotores de la poesía en San Diego.

Los estudiantes ganadores de la división inferior (grados K-5) son: poema de primer lugar, Kathy Fermin, "Halloween Barn Dance", grado 3, Escuela Primaria Spreckels; poema de segundo lugar, Isaiah Chappell, "Camping In Fall", grado 3, Escuela Grant K-8; poema de tercer lugar, Antonio Banet, "Jumping Baby", grado 3, Primaria Spreckles; cuarto lugar, Zachary Berner, "I Don't Know", Grant K-8.

En la división superior (grados 6-12), los ganadores son: poema de primer lugar, Lizbeth García-Chavez, grado 9, Escuela Preparatoria Morse; segundo lugar, Heidi Thoi, grado 6, Escuela Primaria Hawthorne; tercer lugar, "Living Within Lillian Robinson", grado 6, Escuela Primaria Hawthorne; Croix Black, "Restless Wings", grado 5, Escuela Primaria Hawthorne.

Border Voices, la organización sin fines de lucro coloca poetas en cientos de aulas en todo el Condado de San Diego, lo que da como resultado incrementos espectaculares en las calificaciones de las pruebas estandarizadas. En eventos llamados "ferias de poesía", presentan a poetas célebres de todo el mundo, los estudiantes leen sus poemas premiados, y hay payasos, música y otras cosas divertidas.

Los estudiantes leerán sus poemas en escena y recibirán dinero en efectivo y otros premios por su poesía en la feria de este año que está programada a las 9:30 a.m. del 31 de mayo en la Biblioteca Central de San Diego, 330 Park Blvd. (92101). También se presentarán las poetas Jackleen Holton, Celia Sigmon, Veronica Cunningham y Seretta Martin. Las cuatro han publicado ampliamente y todas han enseñado poesía en las aulas de San Diego por muchos años.

Border Voices es patrocinado por la Universidad de San Diego State y tiene alianzas con distritos escolares en todo el Condado de San Diego y de Nevada, así como con California Poets in the Schools. Un estudio de $20,000 realizado por el Consejo de las Artes de California mostró que los talleres de Border Voices han dado como resultado "un gran aumento en las calificaciones de las pruebas estandarizadas".

Para más información visite bordervoices.com, o llame a la línea directa al 619-293-2546.

Poemas premiados (en inglés)

Poema primer lugar, división inferior
Halloween Barn Dance
Here we are, seven of us, crowded into an old red truck
riding down the icy road. I'm Peter Pumpkin
driving us to a Halloween party in my policeman hat.
Bella Black Cat sits next to me in her yellow wool coat.
Terry Turnip, Corn Cob, Carrot Top, Rachel Radish and
Albert Asparagus shiver in the back seat. Birds fly
home to the warmth of trees. We hear the wind howl
and passing Farmer Joe's Café we smell burgers in the night air.
Bright lights shine on the dark road, and we're almost there.
Turn on the country music, heat up the cider! Let's dance!

Kathy Fermin
Grado 3, Primaria Spreckels
Poeta-Maestra: Seretta Martin
Maestra del salón: Millie Weil

Poema de segundo lugar, división inferior
Camping in Fall
Through the misty tent window
rain falls like salt from a shaker.
The silver-lined clouds
glow in the night sky,
while thunder bolts strike
at the great skyscrapers
off in the distance.
This time of year there are
no throngs of citizens at the beach
or packs of people at the pools.
But I'll always remember
the hail thrashing to the ground
like a thousand players pitching baseballs.

Isaiah Chappell
Grado 3, Primaria Grant
Poeta-Maestra: Celia Sigmon
Maestra del salón: Allison Wilson

Poema de tercer lugar, división inferior
Jumping Baby
My baby sister is jumping
in a field of yellow daisies.
Mom calls us for dinner but my sister
keeps jumping and jumping.
Her silk curls bounce in all directions
and her face is red. She jumps
so high that all I can see of her
is a speck in outer space.
I call, Come back, come back!
It's time for barbequed chicken!
But she has gone to the sun
and turned into an angel.
Antonio Banet
Grado 3, Primaria Spreckels
Poeta-Maestra: Seretta Martin
Maestra del salón: Millie Weil
Poema de cuarto lugar, división inferior
I Don't Know

Could I be the sky
with its sunny days
or early morning rainy grays?
Could I be the forest green
with its gleaming leaves?
Could I be the mountains
where there are many honey bees?
Could I be the wind
with its soft and gentle breeze,
or a poinsettia flower
with its tips as red as fire?
How about a liar
who's making this up
simply to inspire?
Could I be an I-don't-know?
Aha!
That's a perfect way to go.

Zachary Berner
Grado 3, Primaria Grant
Poeta-Maestra: Celia Sigmon
Maestra del salón: Allison Wilson
Poema de primer lugar, división inferior
Dia de los Muertos
I eat a candy skull
to remember my grandpa.
When I taste it, I remember
how he loved his dog Sasha and watching the Red Sox.

We put blue flowers
on his tombstone. I feel his happiness
when we visit him.

We make him his favorite food,
enchiladas verdes, and his favorite drink,
Sol beer, and when I sit down to eat, I feel
like he's here with us.

He would always say
El que no arriesga no gana — no risk, no gain —
and until this day, I remember that phrase.

When I was small he would always call me
his nina traviesa, his troublemaker,
because I would get his keys, money and hat and hide them from him.
When he noticed he didn't have them, he would turn and look at me.

Whenever this day comes, I remember
each and every one of these things
so I will never forget him.

I will always remember him as my grumpy grandpa.
He got really mad when I took his money
and went to the store and bought a bunch of candy.

But I will never forget the way he always smiled
and told me to never give up in life.

Lizbeth García-Chavez
Grado 9, Preparatoria Morse
Poeta-Maestra: Jackleen Holton
Maestra del salón: Lauren Wilensky
Poema de segundo lugar, división superior
The Enchanted Ways

I am the daughter of Larry Thoi and Kerry Thoi
From a Chinese family
Mixed with a dazzle of Vietnamese

I come from vanilla color skin
Baked by the flaming sun of the raging fire

I come from warm, shining San Diego
But my blood, from the Chinese religion

I come from fried rice
Tasty noodles
And with fresh dishes
The wonder of life

I come from where the yin-yang
A symbol to us
Means the opposites of life

I come from a warm, loving family
Believing in life
A beautiful thing

I come from a family that can
Speak many languages from the Asian world

I come from unique ways of the Asian life
Because of where I'm from and who I am

Heidi Thoi
Grado 6, Primaria Hawthorne
Poeta-Maestra: Veronica Cunningham
Maestra del salón: Tricia Smith
Poema de tercer lugar, división superior
Living Within

I am the daughter of the rocky mountains and green hills.
I come from the fresh night breeze, breathing the warm scents of life.
I come from a raging fire that burns in my eyes when darkness falls.
I come from the green undergrowth. Stealthily I weave through the bushes
like liquid. I do not let even a blade of grass betray my presence.
I come from a blazing sun. It stained my fur the purest gold.
I come from open valleys. They call me and I come running, bounding over
rivers and leaping to the open sky.
I come from warm summer days, basking in their beauty, soaking in their
rays of warmth.
I come from the leafy trees. I sink in my claws with relish, climbing
to the top branches.
I come from morning dew, plunging myself into the cool grass, scattering
the sparkling crystals.
I come from the wild. It lives within me, the daughter of the mountains and hills.

Lillian Robinson
Grado 6, Primaria Hawthorne
Poeta-Maestra: Veronica Cunningham
Maestra del salón: Tricia Smith
Poema de cuarto lugar, división superior
Restless Wings

Because I write to powerfully chip away
At the cold stone that is bleak despair
Because I write to forcefully smother flames of pain
Because paper is a loyal friend
Who dutifully keeps my deepest secrets hidden

I write because a pen and paper give me restless wings
Of limitless imagination
Because through writing, I can go anywhere
Escape anything
Because writing can change you like a witch's spell

I write because my paper does not judge
Because I can spill my heart out on paper
Because writing is like a cool sip of water in the hot desert
Because writing clears my conscience of
A tsunami of regretful words

I write because

Croix Black
Grado 5, Primaria Hawthorne
Poeta-Maestra: Veronica Cunningham
Maestra del salón: Tricia Smith