Below is one of the contest entries.
Football There is a hill behind our house. It seems wherever I live in Kabul there is a hill at the back. Even at work there is a hill behind us. ISAF tanks play their games there Giving us a sense of security. But this hill has the least sign of life of any of them. Mines — of course. How I would like to walk it. Out on the street I hear youngsters clapping, Cheering. Is this for football? It is chanting but certainly this is happy. No animosity here. Animosity — a strange and powerful word. A real word here. Why are they cheering? Egging someone on. Can I walk to see? Hopefully with a police post at the front gate there is no problem. I cannot see kites. I do not hear dogs with their fighting games. It must be football or some competition. I hear a whistle — yes — football! Can I get past the watchtower and two black tanks beyond the fence to the football game?
— Adele Ogiér Jones
All Poems Submitted to the Contest