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CADWC Inaugural Writing Competition 2008

The Winner was John Yeadon, from Adlington, for his story Flight EW321. He was presented with £50 and a copy of AWARE.

The runner-up prize of £25 was presented to our very own Nicky J Poole, from Coppull, with Small Sacrifices.

The winners were chosen by the author Cath Staincliffe, who praised the winners and all five short-listed entrants, saying it had been a difficult decision and that the standard of writing was very high.

All five stories are published in this year's AWARE magazine - Please contact Heather Richardson if you would like to purchase a copy.

1st Prize Winner John Yeadon

Nicky J Poole receives his prize from Cath Staincliffe

Waxwing melting from my sight

Having heard that waxwing have been seen all week in a local tree all week, I finally got some daylight time to go myself yesterday -no berries, no birds. I should have been there yesterday...

But not to worry, 40 were seen in Preston yesterday, so I went there today - to find only bare rowan stalks.... Ah well.

Thanks to Rick Spencer of Chorley NATS for this photo - he did get to Chorley tree in time.

I wonder what the chances are of getting a mature rowan in the garden for Christmas...?

I AM by Carole Hatch

This is a poem by new member Carole Hatch......
.....about a voyage of discovery or enlightenment



I Am


Black the silent sorrows,
the heavy cloak of care,
holds the dark world captive
unmoving, ties it there.

Tired, heart despairing,
lost in emdless night.
Resigned to ever failing,
has given up the fight.

The fluttering of frantic wings
that beat towards the sky.
the howling of a hundred winds
that cause the leaves to fly.

the panic flight of hunted things
that flee from suns first light.
the thought that looks the world about
and seeks a foe to fight.

Confusion, undecided
turning this way and that.
running in a circle
who knows to which from what.

Morings first light,
the dawn of understanding
clear and unshadowed life,
peacefull; undemanding.

Still, so still the soul.
how clear the brilliant certainty.
the hear, the now, the moment.
to reachout and touch eternity.

No more the shadows clad in robes,
for kings to praise or beggars damn,
will dim the light that gives me heart
at last to say - I Am.