10th Annual Poetry Contest Winners

Grade K-2 | Grade 3-5 | Grade 6th to 8th | Grade 9 to 12th | Adults

Grade 9 to 12th

#1 Sarah W.
9th grade, Ralston Valley High School

Where Milk Belongs
A glass bottle is milk’s home
And with that, there’s no reason to roam
Without a glass bottle where would glass be?
Inside clear, shiny walls for all to see
Plastic just wouldn’t do…
Would you drink milk out of a plastic bottle if it were you?
Not from Longmont Dairy you won’t
You shouldn’t, I wouldn’t, we don’t
So in the future when the try to put milk in some new-aged thing,
Just say “No!” and give the new bottle a fling
Milk in a glass bottle is just right
Yes, frosty white milk in its glass bottle with the lid on tight
Can you think of a happier and healthier sight?

# 2 Nathan P.
9th grade, Ralston Valley High School

Waiting At the Door
I like the glass milk bottles
Because they are so smooth
My fingers do not slip
Because of the deep groove

They hold delicious milk
That I just love to drink
And pour it on my cereal
‘Cause it’s not goin’ down the sink

When Longmont Dairy comes tomorrow
I’ll be waiting at the door
To grab the glass milk bottle
And drink ‘til there’s no more

# 3 Alina A.
10th grade, Silver Creek High School

Cold, creamy liquid glides effortlessly
Down her throat and refreshes with every gulp.
Chug, Chug, Chug, until the milk is gone;
All that remains is a white mustache.
She stands on tip-toe to catch a glimpse
Of her new facial hair in the grown-up height mirror.

Back to the refrigerator for more of her favorite drink.
The glass bottle is frigid on her four-year old fingers.
Pouring on the ground, trying not to spill,
The white river flows from the mouth.
Placing the now empty bottle beside her on the linoleum,
She polishes off another glass.

Little sissy joins her on the kitchen floor.
She makes fish eyes through the warped glass of the bottle,
And the two small girls giggle.

Then, Mommy comes in to clean up the their messes.
The glass bottle of milk, unfilled in just one morning,
Is taken away to the box on the porch
To return brimming to the top in another day
Bringing joy and entertainment to thirsty children once again.

#4 Jack W., 9th grade, Home schooled, Golden

The Best Milk of All
I need the milk that’s smooth as silk.
In glass bottles it does come,
When I drink it I say “Yum.”
Its glass bottles are so unique,
They’re not like cartons. They do not leak.
It only comes but once a week,
It’s not rotten, it does not reek.
It’s made fresh out on a farm,
That sweet taste words like a charm.
It’s the best, that’s what I think,
It’s the only milk I want to drink.

Sarah W., 9th grade, Ralston Valley High School

A Milk Fairytale
“Where did the famous Spilt Milk spill from?” we beg
This is one of the most controversial, awe-inspiring questions of our age, other than “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”
Some say it spilled from an earthen made bowl, or a container made out of fur
But whoever would spill or drink from those would need to immediately call the doctor for a quick cure.
No, it was a bottle made from glass
When tested at the royal ball, not even one person dared to say “I’ll pass”
As a matter of fact, it did so well.
That the King told everyone through many ways, including the mail
The king cried “Milk in a glass bottle is a great hit!”
The Prince cried “Milk in a glass bottle makes a perfect fit!”
And so it was declared from town big and small,
That milk in a glass bottle is for one and all!

Jenny H. Grade 11, Silver Creek High Shcool

Lucid Bottles
Little Suzy is still sleeping
When it’s delivered to her door.
The glasses fit snuggly
Just sitting, waiting to be poured.

The sun licks her face with golden rays
But her angry stomach is churning.
Dreams of cool, fresh taste on her tongue
Only one thing will please her yearning.

The lucid bottle cools her dainty hands
As she watches silky milk cascade down,
Sliding down her throat, dousing her thirst.
She has no doubt. It’s the best milk in town.

Liza B., 11th grade, Fairview High School

Environmentalists are sure to say:
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray, Hooray,
For my milk it comes in glass,
Much more usable than grass.
I think that I will have a glass.
The empty bottles I do trade
For full ones and my weekly cheese.
I know they do not freeze my cheese
Because the cows live close to me.

Susana S., Longmont

Milk in jugs is slightly stale
I flavor it chocolate to no avail
The half-spoiled taste still comes through
Oh what on earth am I to do?!
Down from the clouds comes milk in a bottle
The stuff from the cows that are black and white, mottled
The ones that live just a few streets away
Their milk is so good I could drink it all day!

Jamie E., 11th grade, Broomfield H.S.

Little Sue and the Dairy Fairy
There once was a cow
He was a big cow
He lived on a farm
And slept in a barn
One day he met a pretty cow, her name was Blue Sue
A year later they had a calf or two
Named Moo and Little Sue
Little Sue lived at Longmont Dairy and was very merry
She loved to give her milk to Kerry the Dairy fairy
Kerry delivered the milk all around the town of Mulberry
Everyone was excited on Monday morning to see what the fairy had brought,
It was the most wonderful milk in town
It could never be store bought
Here the story ends about the cow and the fairy, I hope you all drink from Longmont Dairy.