Myra is a finalist for the Sunnyvale Elementary Ultimate School Poetry contest.

The Ultimate School Poetry contest

Myra standing in a sunlit classroom, a look of excitement on her face as she listens to the announcement

One sunny morning, Myra heard an exciting announcement over the school's loudspeaker. The Ultimate School Poetry Contest was happening, and everyone was invited to participate. Myra's heart raced with joy. She loved writing poems. 'This is my chance to share my poems with everyone,' she thought, her mind buzzing with ideas.

The Announcement

Myra sitting under a tree with a notebook and pencil, deep in thought with a determined expression

After school, Myra sat under her favorite tree with a notebook and pencil. She thought about the themes she loved: nature, friendship, and dreams. Ideas fluttered in her mind like butterflies. 'I want my poem to touch people's hearts,' she decided, starting to scribble down her thoughts.

Brainstorming

Myra at her desk surrounded by crumpled papers, looking focused and slightly anxious

Over the next few days, Myra worked hard on her poem. She wrote, erased, and rewrote, aiming for perfection. Finally, she had a draft she felt good about. 'It's not perfect, but it's a start,' she told herself, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The First Draft

Myra reading her poem to her family in the living room, smiling and hopeful

Myra decided to ask her family for feedback. Her parents and little brother listened intently as she read her poem aloud. 'It's beautiful, Myra,' her mom said, 'but maybe you can make the ending stronger?' Grateful for the advice, Myra smiled. 'Back to the drawing board!' she exclaimed, eager to improve her work.

Seeking Feedback

Myra at her desk, a look of pride on her face as she reads over her revised poem

With her family's suggestions in mind, Myra revised her poem. She found the perfect words to make the ending shine. Reading it aloud, she felt a surge of pride. 'This is it,' she thought. 'My best work yet!'

The Final Touch

Myra handing her poem to the contest organizer, a mix of nerves and pride on her face

The day to submit her poem finally arrived. Myra felt a flutter of nerves as she handed her poem to the contest organizer. 'Good luck, Myra,' the organizer said with a smile. Walking away, Myra felt proud and hopeful, knowing she had done her best.

Submission Day

Myra in a classroom, her hands clasped in anticipation, then joy as her name is announced

A week later, the finalists were announced during morning announcements. Myra held her breath, waiting. 'And our finalists include... Myra!' the principal announced. Myra's classmates cheered, and she felt a burst of happiness. 'I did it!' she thought, her heart soaring.

The Finalists

Myra on stage reading her poem, confidence and passion evident. The audience in the background is blurred but clearly engaged

On the day of the contest, Myra stood on stage, her poem in hand. She read with passion, her voice clear and confident. When she finished, the audience erupted in applause. Later, when the judges announced her as the winner, Myra couldn't believe her ears. 'Dreams do come true,' she thought, accepting her prize with a wide smile.