Fifth-grader Maya McHugh was crowned “Little Miss Grand Marais” by Faith Scamehorn, who is “Little Miss Winter Frolic.”
Fifth-grader Maya McHugh of Hovland entered a wintery themed poem in the Miss North Shore Pageant writing contest and last week, she was notified that her poem earned her the title of “Lil’ Miss Grand Marais.” Girls in fourth through fifth grades were invited to submit a poem or essay on the topic Living on
the North Shore in the Winter
Time.
Faith Scamehorn, “Little Miss Winter Frolic,” visited Sawtooth Elementary to make the announcement and to present Maya with a crown.
Other North Shore winners were Sabrina Jacobson of Silver Bay and Emily Poorrahmat of Two Harbors. Theyoung ladies will be reading their submissions at the Miss North Shore Pageant at the Two Harbors High School at 7:00 p.m. on January 8, 2011.
Tickets to the event can be purchased in advance at Country Inn of Two Harbors or Hair Designs in Two Harbors for $8. Tickets are $10 at the door.
The Miss North Shore Pageant is a nonprofit subcommittee of the Two Harbors Area Chamber of Commerce Winter Frolic Committee. The executive director of the pageant is Vicky Louks of Two Harbors.
Me in the Trees
Stepping forth into a world of icy wonders,
all is quiet, the wood is asleep.
Its only sound –
the faint gurgling of the unfrozen creek–
reminds me of the slow dripping
of rain on the roof,
signaling the beginning
of a November storm.
The sharp scent of pine fills the air.
And as I look to those
strong, beautiful creatures
looking over the creek,
I see they are so covered in white,
as if they were made entirely of snow.
Longing to walk among them
and under their proud branches,
I take a step forward, though reluctantly,
not wanting to ruin the
wondrous scene before me.
Walking ahead,
I leave perfect footprints behind me,
solid as crystals.
The wood seems to pull me in.
I find myself twirling,
looking up at the snowy peaks of the
pretty pines,
just happy to be alive.
I come to rest under the tallest of them
seeing its green side again.
All is still.
The only movement is the rhythmic rise
and fall of my chest as I am breathing,
and I swear I could hear
the tree breathing too.
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