Below is one of the contest entries.
PEACE TALKS I'm cold, very cold no roof above me now. The stars are bright overbright like eyes set for fever but no noise like last night, maybe God is thinking it over... If he is merciful, blessings be upon him.... there will be talks instead of tears ....he will not breathe life into my cow but I will be able to walk to the village and speak with my brother.
— Grant D. McLeman
All Poems Submitted to the Contest