2009 Winners & Runners Up
Scots Competitions
2009 0-7 Scots Wee Words Competition
Winner - Emily, Sandford Primary School
Runner-Up - Phoebe, Letham Primary
Runner-Up - Eldon, Sound Primary
2009 8-11 Scots Bards and Beasties Competition
Winner - Lisa, Sound Primary
Second Place - Caroline, Leswalt Primary
Third Place - Meghan, Wallace Primary
2009 12-16 Scots Photie Competition
Winner - Kieran, Greenwood Academy
Runner-Up - Jennifer, Greenwood Academy
Runner-Up - Liam, Holy Cross High School
Gaelic Competitions
2009 0-7 Bàird Bheaga Competition
Winner - Erin, Sgoil Eirisgeidh
Runner-Up - Chloe, Balivanich School
Runner-Up, Liam, Sgoil Eirisgeidh
2009 8-11 Baird agus Beathaichean Competiton
Winner - Freya Nic leoid
Runner-Up - Andrew Campbell
Runner-Up - Katie MacInnes
2009 AN DEALBH Competition
Winner - Domhnall, Sgoil Lionacleit on Benbecula
Emily - Winner |
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Phoebe - Runner-up |
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Eldon - Runner-up |
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2009 8-11 Scots Bards and Beasties Competition
Winner - Lisa
Second Place - Caroline
Third Place - Meghan
Matthew Fitt had a really hard time choosing the winners of this competition but finally he settled on these wonderful poems.
Winner
Bobby da Bonxie by Lisa, Sound Primary
Bobby da Bonxie is a unbiddable aald guy,
An he is braaly sleekit.
Maist o da time he likes to keep da nest safe,
Ta his friends he is aafil ill-vicket!
He’s black and he’s broon,
Wi twartree muckle claas on his taes.
He has a ill-naitered look in his een,
Wi a guggled neb fae his huntin days.
He flees dat swiftly trow da air,
Laek a fast jet plane.
Swoopin up an doon in a loop-de-loop,
Da lassies wid never complain!
Maist o da time he jost sits around,
But sometimes unleashes his evil wrath.
Whan he catches da idder birds,
He stops dem fae dir fishy path.
Second Place
The Speeder by Caroline, Leswalt Primary
Ootside an auld wirthlless hoose ..........
Just ooside the door is a peerie, sleekit, gowden ettercap
He sits upon his dainshoch , siller wab
Cannily pitin it the gither
it skinkles in the blawing win `n sun
The sleekit , wee speeder sits day `n nicht
In the licht `o the wee hoose
Tho hi is wabbit `n crabbit
He cairries on
Till his bonnie wab is din
Third place
Beasties by Meghan, Wallace Primary
See ma wee dug, she’s awfy braw,
She loves tae play oot in the snaw.
Sometimes I take’er up the brae,
She would love tae stay there aw day.
Ma wee dug’s startin tae get auld,
When I take’er oot she seems really cauld.
When she sees a wean, she starts tae feel,
Like she wants tae be a pup again.
2009 12-16 Scots Photie Competition
Winner - Kieran
Runner-Up - Jennifer
Runner-Up - Liam
In this competition we asked our poets to either take a picture or use a picture as inspiration for their poetry. Here are the winners:
Winner
Spyin' by Kieran, Greenwood Academy
Ah bide in the woods, it's a guid place tae be,
Ah flit intae the city tae see whit ah can see,
Ah'll be buzzin' roon the skies, chasin wee kimmers for ma tea.
When am flittin roon the buildin's, ah'll feel nae pity,
fur ma next bit ay prey, that am gonnae scoop up frae above.
A wee sparraw, a crraw or even a dove.
Best ay the Scottish hunters, ah never fail tae get ma denner.
Ma big yella' een will be watchin' ye,
It's fur the best if ye dinnae mess wi' me.
Runner-Up
T in the Park by Jennifer, Greenwood Academy
Hunners ae tourists, trampin' me doon.
Dauncin aboot tae the sound of the band.
Withoot a care in the world.
Naebudy notices whit they’re staunin’ oan.
Poor, auld, wee me.
Treat me like a coup, and throw they’re junk all over the place.
But you canny beat the atmosphere,
When the bands start playin’
An’ the crowds go pure mental!
An’ even though it has its downsides,
Its worth it, tae see the huge grins on their faces.
An’ the hilarity o’ the tummlin, hauntis drunken yins.
Fallin’ an’ trippin’ oor mought at aaw.
But that’s the point, int’it?
Tae have fun, without a care in the world.
Campin oot, ontoap ae me, when im all wet an’ clarty.
Then wakin’ up, and jumpi’ aboot tae the bands,
Who have came up tae bonnie Scotland,
For the festival we aaw luk forward tae,
In the cold, July sun.
‘Cause its never warm in Scotland.
But naebody cares.
Everyones too warm an’ sweaty
Fae jumpin’ aroon like loonies.
An’ then, at the end ae’ the weekend
They aaw’ pack up an’ go.
An leave me by masel’
But naeone cares.
Aifter aaw, naeone eer thinks aboot how I am
Um jist plain auld borin’ grass.
Runner-Up
Tennis Baw by Liam, Holy Cross High School
Ah am a Wimbledon tennis baw,
Ah wis in a tin Can sleeping wae ma brithers in Sports Direct.
We goat swept affy the shelf by Venus Williams.
I dinny huv a clue where we were headit until she opened us up oan her scullery bunker . Lurking below wis her big dug, mairlike a hoond.
Wan o’ ma brers fell af the bunker and the dug goat it and chittled him tae death.
ME and ma other brers couldny bare tae luik at wan mair second of this tradgedy.
Venus sauntered back tae the scullery,
sent the hoond oot and binned ma brer,
the slevvered Eric.
She aboot turned and grabbed ma bawheed and went ootside
wae jist me and her new tennis bat.
It was a braw Wilson K Blade.
She throo me up in the sir and as ah came plumitin doon tae earth,
BANG, ah went skiteing o’er the net
and ah landed in the serve boax,
ah hud jist aced her sister.
2009 8-11 Gaelic Baird agus Beathaichean Competiton
Winner - Freya
Runner-Up - Andrew
Runner-Up - Katie
Winner
Rudeigin neònach? by Freya
Rudeigin neònach, le spìocan mòr air a dhruim,
dathach agus beag bìodach.
Earball cho fada ri rùm, suilean mòr orains.
Is caomh leis cluich timcheall, le bàlla no stràibh,
Fàgail a h-uile duine le gàire.
A’ sreap na craobhan, le earball mòr buidhe.
Tha e a’ fuireach ann am mullach nan craobhan,
Ann an leabaidh-crochte na aonar.
Sreap suas is sios is suas is sios le tòrr neart air fhàgail.
Sios fo an craobh tha tòrr caraidean aige,
‘S e dealanaich a th’ann nuair a tha e a’ ruith.
Tha leanabh beag aige agus tha e dìreach mar e fhein!
Tha an leanabh cho beag ri pìos gainmheach,
Tha e le sùilean orains cuideachd.
Spiocan mòr air a dhruim. Tha e a’ fuireach air clach nas motha na e fhèin!
Runner-Up
Lachie an leumadair by Andrew
Lachie an leumadair, leum anns a h-uile àite
a’ rèis nan caraidean, a’ snàmh gu tìr
Faighinn iasg airson an leanabh aige ith.
Seachnadh daonachd dona
is toil leis snàmh ri taobh bataichean aiseag,
cha toil le leumadairean iasgairean
a’ goid agus gam marbhadh. A’ leum cho luath sa s’urrainn dha
gu an taigh aige ann am Melbourne.
Le craiceann gorm agus geal, cho rèidh.
Tha Lachie cho luath ri itealan
Agus cho còir ri do charaid as fhèarr.
Runner-Up
Brodie by Katie
Brodie bòidheach an cù agam
Riomhach agus le tòrr neart aige
Og agus cho luath ri dealanach
Dubh agus geal mar siobra! Cho
Iongantach ri leabhar agus
Eirmseach!
