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2019 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Ipswich Poetry Feast Encouragement Awards

Picture Ipswich Awards – Open Age

Ipswich City Council Awards Open Age – Local Poets

Joy Chambers & Reg Grundy Awards Open Age – Other Poetry

Ipswich Poetry Feast Awards Open Age – Bush Poetry

Ipswich City Council Award – 16-17 Years

Queensland Times Award- 14-15 Years

War Lion by Tessa Quinlan (1st)


I once felt like a lion,
Bellicose and ready for adventure.

Loyal and strong,
I answered the call of a territorial battle,
That would ‘end all wars’ in a fight for ‘King and country’,
And kill more than sixty-thousand of my kind.

Majestic and grand,
I learnt to hunt with the Australian battalions,
That would later be commemorated for their mateship,
And unique spirit on the battlefields.

Silent and nervous,
I entered a barren landscape of bloodstained soil,
That was scarred with mangled barbed wire, strewn with bodies
And punctured with deep craters.

Hungry and disheartened,
I devoured my bully beef and the hard biscuits,
That could be compared to the texture of shrapnel which rained down,
And would obliterate a life in seconds.

Nauseous and sickened,
I glanced downwards into eyes filled with hungry maggots,
That belonged to a rotting carcass covered by a bloody khaki uniform,
And vomited as I realised ‘that could have been me’.

Suffering and horrified,
I witnessed others overcome by mustard gas,
That would, without any kind of warning, maliciously attack bare skin,
And mercilessly rob a lion of his sight.

Fearful and weakened,
I watched the approach of the hyenas,
That would work as a pack to take anyone from my pride,
And unnecessarily torture and kill them.

Surrendering and wounded,
I was captured by the enemy,
That would transport their ensnared prey far from the front,
And take us out of action for the remainder of the war.

Starving and parched,
I was unmercifully provided with one slice of bread and soup,
That would contain the slightest hint of rice, vegetables or meat,
And fuel the labour of two of the twelve hours expected.

Naked and in pain,
I was brutally beaten with a whip,
That would incrementally destroy hope with every lash,
And cruelly strip a lion of its’ mane.

Depressed and suicidal,
I was further harassed by the beasts,
That would use their power to ignore the Hague Conventions,
And observe the suffering of their prey.

I was once a lion,
But am now a prisoner of war.

A Good Morning by Holly Wallman-Craddock (2nd)

To Split A Pomegranate by Helen Lovegrove (3rd)

He Stole Excalibur from a Pawn Shop by Kirra Watkins (Highly Commended)

JUST S(T)AY by Sally Bailey (Highly Commended)

Broderick Family Awards 11-13 Years

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years