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2015 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Chairperson’s School Award

Edwards Property Mentorship Award

Ipswich Theme Awards

Chair’s Encouragement Awards

Rosewood Green Award – Open Age Local Poets

Joy Chambers & Reg Grundy Award – Open Age Other Poetry

Metro Hotel Ipswich International Award – Open Age Bush Poetry

Ipswich City Council Award – 16-17 Years

Queensland Times Award- 14-15 Years

Broderick Family Award – 11-13 Years

If Only the World was Black and White by Ashleigh Dowling (First Prize)

Oh, how I really do hate colour,
How I wish the world was duller.
If only it was black and white,
Then I’d be living in utter delight.
But pink and green, and blue and red,
They are too bright, they hurt my head,
There’s just too much, it looks a mess
I wish the world was colourless.

My house is simply white and black,
Where I can think – my brain I wrack,
How would it be, if the world was painted?
With colour, it is horribly tainted.
But I could paint it as I wish,
Black, white, and even some greyish.
And this is when the story starts,
Where black and white take over, and colour departs…

I walk to the paint store, shielding my eyes,
Oh colour, I truly despise,
“One thousand tins of black and white paint.”
I say to the salesman, who grunts a complaint –
“One thousand, that is just too many,
Why, don’t you just start with twen’y?”
“I’m sorry, but that won’t be enough,
I need one thousand!” I say in a huff.

And I return home, with one thousand cans
Of black, white and grey, and a brush in my hands
And I smile, and start to think,
“Soon, colour will be extinct!”

That night I wait until darkness,
The sky is black, and it is starless.
I venture out, into the night
And start to paint the first streetlight.
I have to be quick, I have to be fast,
I have to paint my whole town (which is rather vast).
I don’t have much time, not much time at all,
And the paintbrush I’m using is only small.

One whole hour has already passed,
I have to be quick, I have to be fast.
I’ve painted my street, and each house and lawn,
Only nine hours, left until dawn

Uh oh. I’m painting the clock tower,
And already it has been another whole hour.
I’ve painted the trees, and the flowers too,
All in white and black and a nice grey hue.

Three hours, have passed, there’s no time to waste,
I must paint quickly – I must paint with haste.
Four hours, five hours, the hours flick by,
Six hours, seven hours, eight…and now nine!

Only an hour, until it is morning,
The sun’s orange fingers are rising in warning.
I’ve got to be fast, I’ve got to be quick,
I’m almost finished, just one more brick…

I gaze at the town, all black and white,
A touch of grey sometimes, what a nice sight!
The world is as I fantasised…
No bright colour to glare in my eyes,
Only black and white, and some grey in the midst,
Pink, green and blue no longer exist!

WAIT! STOP! There’s one major flaw;
A flaw that I did not notice before…
There is some colour, in fact, quite a lot,
Colour, that from my view, I must blot,
For the sky above, is still blue,
And oh, I must paint over that too.

That night I wait for the light to leave,
Tins of white paint and a ladder I heave,
I climb to the top and start to paint,
I paint vigorously, without constraint,
I must be quick, I must be fast,
So my town can be black and white, at last!
Slowly I climb higher and higher,
I’m painting so fast I’m beginning to tire.
Stroke after stroke, I’m panting and wheezing,
But it is worth it – our town will be pleasing.

Soon the sky is no longer blue,
Our black and white town, looks like it’s new!
Now I can live, in true paradise,
Without radiant colours, to hurt my poor eyes.

Two days have gone by, and ever so fast,
When you’re cheerful, they say time flies past.
But not everyone seems to be quite so happy,
In fact, with me, they are rather snappy,
“What have you done to our colourful town?”
They say to me, with an accusing frown.
“I just made our town look so much better,
Thank me now, no need to send a letter!”
“Better, you say? No…it’s just duller,
We much prefer life with the brightness of colour.”

Suddenly, my life was filled with complaints,
After all of my efforts…and money on paints.
No one appreciates what I have done,
Nobody at all, not even one.

A whole week has past, and I must confess,
I’m starting to like black and white less and less.
There is just too much, the world is so bleak,
“Oh, what have I done to this town?” I shriek.
“Do I paint it again, oh, what do I do?
I miss purple, pink and red, green and blue.”

Suddenly the rain, it came pouring down,
The paint washed away, and flooded the town.
It gushed through the drains, and into the sea,
And colour returned… the town cried with glee.
“Colour is back!” everyone cheered,
And even I was happy, that colour had reappeared.

Thanatos and Elysium by Lewis Orr (Second Prize)

Thy Proclivities by Lewis Orr (Third Prize)

To End the Pain by Zoe Wing (Highly Commended)

Emptiness by Bronte Schmidt (Highly Commended)

If All the World were Water by Ella Watson-Paul (Highly Commended)

My Saxophone by Hannah Larsen (Highly Commended)

Nervous by Layla Williams (Highly Commended)

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years