Winners 2017

Poster and Literary Contests

Posters, Essays, Poems

Affiches, Compositions, Pomes

Concours dAffiches et Littraire
Gagnants 2017

VIMY 1917
BIRTH of a NATION
NAISSANCE d'une NATION

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What A Poppy Brings To Mind

When I pin the red flower above my heart
I think of the meaning it holds heavy on my chest
I think of those who volunteered their futures for their country
All of them with different motivations, but all with one goal and purpose
I think about sacrifice, about humanity and the loss of it
I think about unmarked graves that do no justice to those buried in them
I think about a mothers tears and a fathers anguish
I think about the fading memories a little brother has of his greatest role model
I think about the pain that lingers even when they come back
The inability to enjoy fireworks on days of celebration
The nightmares of gunfire and the brothers and sisters in arms that they lost
Hye In (Grace) Park
The feeling of being abandoned by the country that they served Langley, BC Walnut Grove Sec. Sc. #021 Langley Branch
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I think about the loss of home and family
The destruction of nations and the ruins that are left
But thats not all I think about
I think about joyous reunions and letters full of hope and love
I think about rehabilitation and healing
About reconstruction thats stronger than before
I think about reconciliation and peace
About giving forgiveness and being forgiven
I think that we are stronger than before
That we have taken the broken pieces and made something beautiful
I think about the respect that I have for those who know and have seen more than I have
I think about speeches that bring tears to our eyes
I think about the lessons that we should learn and ones that we already have
But most of all I think about how incredibly thankful I am and will continue to be
These thoughts flood my head and they will stick with me even when Im not wearing
this black-eyed poppy

Beth Kirby Keyu Chen

Cornwall, PE Bluefield High School #030 Kingston Br. Vancouver, BC Lord Byng Secondary S. #142 W. Point Grey Br.
Poem Pome Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc

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Premire Place Senior
Why do we wear the poppy? Why do we spend November 11 attending memorial ceremonies, taking moments of
silence? Historically, Remembrance Day is November 11 because that is the day of the armistice; the day that
the horrific battles of World War I came to an end, and so on the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of that day
we have a moment of silence. The symbol of the poppy comes from the poem, In Flanders Fields written by
Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, who wrote the poem about the crimson flowers that grew among the battle-
fields of World War I. But November 11 isnt only about historical events, its about remembering. By remember-
ing, we honour those who fought and continue to fight for our country, we remember to be thankful for the life of
liberty weve been given, and we remember so that the atrocities committed in the past will never happen again.

Remembrance Day is the day where we honour those who sacrificed for our country. We remember the brave
soldiers who went overseas to fight; facing unspeakable horrors so that we might have a brighter future, even
today there are men and women who protect our country and our freedom. And so we take the time to honour
not only them but their families who sacrificed so much as well. The mothers and fathers, sons and daughters
who had to say goodbye to their loved ones. And the families whose lives are centered around the military;
moving from place to place or constantly waiting for their loved ones to come home, having to look after their
families in the absence of their partner. We remember so that we can acknowledge and honour everything that
these amazing people sacrificed so that we could live a better life.

Remembrance Day is a day for us to be thankful for all of those sacrifices. Too often do we forget how incred-
ibly lucky we are to live in a country where we have so many freedoms. We have the right to get an education,
to practice our religion, to marry whomever we choose, and to speak up when we feel something is wrong. But
there are many places in the world where the people do not have those freedoms, and its something we take for
granted because were so accustomed to it. We have Remembrance Day in order to take a step back, and realize
that the life we now live came at a price, and that not everyone is as fortunate as we are here in Canada. Its a
day for us to reflect and truly be thankful for the opportunities we are given in our everyday lives.

In taking this day to reflect on the events of World War I and World War II, we can hopefully ensure that noth-
ing so awful ever happens again. We often use this day to teach kids about what happened during the wars,
schools put an emphasis on the solemnity of the event, making sure that students understand its more than
just a day off from school. As they get into the higher grades they learn the details of how and why the events
of the world wars came to pass, and in observing Remembrance Day each year it becomes more than just some-
thing they talked about in class. By going to all these ceremonies; watching the laying of the wreaths, having
a moment of silence, and seeing members of their community, veterans and military families who are
personally affected by this day, kids can genuinely feel the impact these events had on the world. By
constantly having this reminder, we can hopefully learn from history and never make those same
mistakes again.

And so we continue to wear our poppies. We continue to honour the men and women who gave
their lives for us, and support the families who continue to serve our country. Every year we
take the time to be thankful for the life we have and the opportunities weve been given. And
we continue to teach our kids the importance of what happened in the past; hoping that they
will move forward with love and peace in their hearts. Because to forget would be an insult to
those who fought, that is why we remember.

Megan Miller
Moncton, NB Bernice MacNaughton HS #006 Moncton Br.
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Cassidy L. Jean
They didnt understand

They didnt understand that though the war had long since ended
It lived on in his mind and in his harried dreams each night
Demanding attention
Fighting for his very soul

They didnt seem to notice that the world had not gone back to normal
Life was not that same as it once was
The world had changed
His world had changed forever

They didnt understand that he carried the war along with him
Like photographs tattooed on his arms
The blood of the fallen, friend and foe
Covered his hands

His children didnt understand

That his back didnt ache from pushing the mower up and down the lawn Flora Zhang
Ottawa, ON Lisgar Collegiate Institute #351 Montgomery Br.
But from carrying his friends, his brothers in arms, on his shoulders
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As he dragged their lifeless bodies out of enemy fire

They didnt understand that his arms were heavy from the weight of a gun in his hands
Or that his ears still rang with the sound of screams and gunfire
Or that his feet were still tired from walking for miles and miles and miles
They didnt understand that he did it all for them

His wife didnt understand

That he couldnt stand to hear the baby cry
Because the weeping of orphaned children was etched on his mind
Branded on what was left of his heart

His family didnt understand that no, he couldnt speak of the horrors he witnessed
Because the taste of war was still present on his lips
The stench of sweat and death and fear still permeated his nostrils
And that he could still see the blood running in rivers through the trenches

They didnt understand that some days

he didnt know if he were the lucky one
Or if the lucky ones lay beneath a bed of poppies
For the dead were not haunted like the living

Cassidy L. Jean Strong Duan

Kamloops, BC South Kamloops Secondary S. #052 Kamloops Br. Calgary, AB Central Memorial HS #001 Calgary Br.
Poem Pome Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc
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Deuxime Place Senior
If I had to describe the feeling I get on Remembrance Day, melancholic would be a very accurate word. A deep and profound sadness.
Personally, I have never known anybody who went off to fight in a war, nor do I know anybody who has died fighting. But my grandfather
doesor did. Two of his brothers died because of world war two. One died overseas fighting, and another one couldnt deal with what he
had seen, what he had done. He suffered from PTSD, and lost the battle in a devastating way.
So, when November eleventh come around, and my family brings out my great uncles war medals, the profound sadness seeps in.
Its overwhelming, suffocating; the feeling of something so great and so terrible, that I doubt I will ever be able to wrap my head around
it. I dont want to be able to wrap around my head around it. Its the images, all sepia coloured, faded from time, of young men in the
trenches wearing fatigues, at train stations waving jauntily at loved ones as they head off for the first time; the battered, sobered faces of
returning soldiers coming home to a vastly different world. Relief so plainly written of their faces, that it was all over, paired with the hollow
gauntness that only the most savage, darkest human actions can bring to ones face.
Things like war happen, and when it does, its ugly, brutal, and as time goes on, it is ultimately glorified. We wear the poppies, red as
blood, as a silent salute to the soldiers who lie in Flanders fields, of the flowers that grew over their final resting place. It seems something
grand, something near an amazing feat. If something as beautiful and delicate as a poppy can grow in spite of the horror and adversary that
was the battles of Ypres, then maybe we can flourish too. Its a point of pride, to wear a poppy. It shows the world around you that you stand
beside the dead who ought for our freedom.
Freedom is a grand notion in itself. Did the soldiers who shipped out think to themselves, Im fighting for my freedom, my familys
freedom, for my countries freedom? Did they think about what it was going to take of them, what it might take from their families, if they
were to perish in the quest for glory? Or if they were to survive, did they think they could come back unchanged? Would they ever be free of
what they were to see? I dont know, but it doesnt seem to glorious, this awful fate they will become subjected to. Death or forever scarred?
Should one ever have to see either of these as options?
I probably will never have to see myself on the end of that fate, all because of those soldiers who gave up their lives, gave up their futures and
their loves. They battled fiercely and bravely, so I can be where I am. So everybody has the chance to become what they want. So we can grow
up without the fear losing our rights as humans. I feel so removed from it, that at times it seems as if these wars were a hoax. But thats the
point, we have so little veterans of the great wars left, and their stories, while never will be forgotten, seem to fade away, so they can be pulled
out at the beginning of November like family war medals, displayed proudly like a poppy on your chest. We move away from it, move away from
those sacrifices. Those sacrifices that have allowed us to have freedom rights, which is something we take advantage of on a daily basis.
This is why, even as Remembrance Day comes and goes, I try to remind myself of these stories every day. Of that deep, melancholic sorrow
for everybody who lost a family member, a friend. Thousands of those blood coloured poppies we pin our chest are distributed every year.
When Remembrance Day is all said and done for the year, I pin mine to my bookshelf, in hopes that when I see them that Ill take a moment of
respect. Respect for the fact that the freedoms I take advantage of daily, those were paid by somebody who was willing to go to war for them.
Their stories dont deserve to be forgotten, because they are more than stories. They are memories of survivors, and facts of what
happened, and things that actually happened outside of history textbooks. We need to be reminded of these facts, these memories, these
stories from some of the darkest days of humanity, lest we forget.
By Winnie Boucha

Winnie Boucha
Keewatin, ON Beaver Brae Secondary S #012 Kenora Br.
Essay Composition

Honourable Mention Mention honorable

Elizabeth Lee Dominic Hill
Halifax, NS J.L. Isley High School #152, Earl Francis Memorial Br. Chemainus, BC Chemainus Secondary S. #191 Chemainus Br.
Colour Poster Affiche en couleur Essay Composition

Bryana Dowding Hanna Gross

Bay Roberts, NL Ascension Collegiate #032 Bay Roberts Br. Hazenmore, SK Kincaid Central S. #224 Pinto Creek Br.
Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc Poem Pome

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Intermdiaire Premire Place

When my seed was planted many years ago,

I was given a very important obligation.
I am a holder of memories,
Of battles once fought and people once living.

Every moment I think of the brave soldiers who died.

Were they scared, knowing the end was near?
Were they happy, knowing they were protecting their country?
Or were they tired, wanting everything to be over?

I watch solemnly as people mourn

For the young men and women who never returned home.
They wish they could have known them better,
Before they were taken away from this Earth.

I remember them all,

Their names always ringing in my head.
Like shots fired,
Like unheard cries.
Ariella Amancio
Newmarket, ON Sacred Heart Catholic HS #426 Milton Wesley Br.
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For I know my duty is here.
I need to represent the fallen,
Who can no longer speak for themselves.

I silently tell their tales of bravery,

How they didnt give up despite the fact that the whole world seemed to be against them.
They fought on when they could have run.
They rose to the challenge when others retreated into the shadows.

My red petals are their blood, spilled senselessly.

My black center are their eyes, no longer seeing.
My long stem are their seemingly endless battles.
My roots are the sorrows of their loved ones.

I am the poppy.
Use me to remember them.

Gina Spencer Grace Gao

Massey Drive, NL Corner Brook Intermediate S #013 Corner Brook Br. Ottawa, ON Colonel By Secondary S #638 Kanata Br.
Poem Pome Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc

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The Spring Poppy

The poppy we had planted for my older brother has grown to its full size, and is bursting
with its magnificent red color. The poppy was planted under the old, dusty tire swing
that hung on the maple tree. My mother decided to plant it there because as he was
growing up, it was my brothers favorite place. I remember him and his buddies out on
that swing, kicking up dirt as their feet skidded across the ground, keeping them from
flying any higher. My mom tried to get the grass to grow under the swing, but she soon
gave up, because my brother and his mischievous, long-legged friends would have had
the grass gone again in no time. So then, a patch of brown dirt lay in the corner of our
yard, while the rest of it bloomed with bright green grass. As he got older, he had less
time to go on the swing. He was too busy with school, and studying, and friends, and his
sports. By the time he had to go to war, the patch had completely vanished, grown over
with grass. Almost like his youth had been erased, covered up by that grass.
On the day we found out he died, Mother locked herself inside her bedroom. She stayed
in there for ages. I lost track of how long. It was too upsetting to hear her sharp cries
slice through the silence, so I decided to go outside. I made my way across the yard and
onto that aged, dusted tire swing. My hands were shaking and I began to sob. My eyes
were clouded with salty hot tears and my heart sat heavy in my chest. It felt as if I was
the only living being on the planet, who was cold, bitter, and alone. I felt so much
anger, maybe even more anger than sadness. I hoped that whoever-whatever caused
his death, would die in the same way he did. It sounded morbid and disgusting, but
thats what anger does. It can morph the happiest humans alive into an angry shell of
who they once were, and they can stay that way until the time comes to heal.
Awhile after his death, my mother and I planted a poppy under that tire swing. He loved
that swing so much, and I feel like he would love the fact that there was a poppy there,
just for him. The poppy is our memory of him. Hes still here, gone but not forgotten.
Hes taken the form of the poppy, a symbol of peace. Now, when spring arrives, as the
air begins to heat up and the plants begin to grow, I remember my brother. Hell
reappear again-in the form of a poppy.

End.

Emma Vatcher
Conception Bay South, NL Villanova Junior HS #050 Conception Bay S
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Glowing cheeks and a smart haircut

Don the face of a young man
Hes prepared for this day for months
To fight for their freedom and their land

His friends crowd around him

Congratulating him for what they couldnt
His warmed heart elevates in his chest
Proud of what they wouldnt

A train rolls forward on its daily route

He awaits its coming
His mother kisses his cheek
And away the train goes, thrumming

Sweaty face and aching arms

Don the body of a tired man
Hes working his hardest
And trying the best he can Kassidy Vanoene
Langley, BC Credo Christian HS #021, Langley Br.
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His feet are soaked to the bone
His new friends are all grumbling
HIs old friends are home with family
He succumbs to the mumbling

Loud noises and flashing lights

Bounce off the face of a scared man
His friends fall dead at his feet
And onward still he ran

Wispy hair and wrinkly eyes

Dawn the face of an old man
His eyes still hold the memories of battle
Tries to forget them if he can

Elora VanderWal Annie Chen

St. Marys ON Stratford & District Christian S #008 Stratford Br. Calgary AB Foundation for the Future Charter Academy #001 Calgary Br.
Poem Pome Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc

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Deuxime Place Intermdiaire
Words
Words. We as humans were blessed with the ability to speak our minds with words. Those who
have never experienced warfare use the word war so lightly.

Yes, a school reminds their students that we must remember on November the eleventh, but is
it enough? The First World War endured four years, yet we are only reminded to remember on
one day of three hundred sixty-five days that are in a year. We as Canadians have fought for our
freedom. We went into worldwide wars to earn and keep our freedom that generally taken for
granted. Now, wars are almost foreign to Canadian youth. For youth in other countries, all they
know is war.

I did not know what is was like until my father was deployed as a peacekeeper in the Afghanistan
war. Though he was only gone for eight months, it felt like eight millenniums instead. Looking
back, I do not know what I would have done had he not returned. Large parts of peoples lives are
affected by hostilities in the countries they call home.

Lots of youth are under the belief that war is extinct, that it happened in the olden days. Just
because the great wars happened many years before our generation, most think it is not a problem
in this day and age. Yet our soldiers still go out and risk their lives to save others everyday. Sadly,
they are not remembered as often as soldiers in the World Wars.

Some people also think that the current generation will fall out of the practice of remembrance.
They think that a teenager could not care about history. To those people, I would like you to rest
assured that it is no laughing matter, not for my generation or any generation to come. Walk into
any junior high school on Remembrance Day, I can guarantee that we will all be solemn. To me,
almost nothing matters more than knowing where my freedom came from.

Words. We use them as an ally when we have times of doubt. War might not have touched your
family, but this Remembrance Day, wear your poppy with pride. Wear it for the love of our country,
wear it for the protection that we have from modern-day wars. Wear it because people that did
not even know that you existed believed in something so much, they were willing to give their
lives for it. I ask that you wear a poppy for all of the families that conflict has touched. Honour
our lost soldiers that fought for what was right. Fought and died if it only meant protecting their
country. Words.

By Grace Alberts
Grace Alberts
Hubley, NS Five Bridges Junior HS #116 St. Margarets Bay Br
Essay Composition

Honourable Mention Mention honorable

Iona Taylor Morgan Sayers
Winnipeg, MB College Louis Riel #107 Belgian Vets. Br. Mankota, SK Mankota School #355 Mankota Br
Colour Poster Affiche en couleur Essay Composition

Yiwei (Susan) Ni Roman T. Javorek

Vancouver, BC Lord Byng Secondary S Branch #030 Kentville, NS Northeast Kings Education Centre #073 Habitant Br.
Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc Poem Pome

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Junior Premire Place

I Can t Tell You about the War

Ive never heard the guns
below short days
ago.
Ive never had my heart break for
them who fought
for us.
I have never slept thinking
that a bomb will come when
Im sleeping.
Ive never smelled the gun
powder when it Roisin Mullen
hung in the air Mount Stewart, PE Mt. Stewart Consolidated #004, J. Hamilton Douglas Br.
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I never saw
Those men who
died
But I did hear
how tragic
war is
I can feel how upset
all those families
were
I cant imagine what all
those little kids who never
saw their dad felt.
But they did fight for
the Freedom that we
have now.
Lest we forget Karen Ki
Scarborough, ON Ivy Yin Yuk Leung Art Studio #614 Scarborough Br.
Isabel Jensen Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc
Strathmore, AB Wheatland Crossing School #166 Standard Br.
Poem Pome

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We Need to Remember
By Kaylie

Why do I remember? I remember WWII because my great grandfather from

Holland was captured by the Nazis. He was separated from his family and forced to
work on a vegetable farm in Germany. I will remember him. We need to remember.

Why do we remember? We need to remember the soldiers that fought in the war
because our future is their monument. Many people went to fight. Fathers and sons
fought for us. Wives, sweethearts, and daughters waited back home and prayed for
their safe return. We remember those that risked their lives and families who lost their
loved ones for our freedom and peace. We need to remember.

Whom do we remember? We need to remember that more than 2.3 million

people went to fight and more than 118 000 people have died. We remember the
soldiers that volunteered their lives. Men and women served whenever and wherever
they were needed. They left their loved ones and their country. We need to remember.

What do we remember? The devastation caused by war. The extreme living

conditions, the fear of dying, mental, spiritual and physical hardships. We remember the
wars that Canadian soldiers fought in. WWI,WWII, South Africa, Korean and the
Afghanistan war. We need to remember.

How do we remember? We remember by going to ceremonies. Wearing poppies

symbolize remembrance as the poppies never died in the battle field. We remember by
viewing and respecting memorials to commemorate Canadian troops. We need to
remember.

Remembrance day is celebrated on the 11th month of the 11th day on the
11th hour. We need to remember.

Kaylie Seinen
Onoway, AB Onoway Elementary School #132 Onoway Br.
Essay Composition

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Junior Deuxime Place

The Man Beside Me

The man beside me,
Eyes coated with fear
Due to gun shots and bombs
He can barely hear.

The man beside me,

Hands coated in scars, faced wrinkled and aged
The memories linger inside him
In his mind they are caged.
Gurjot Kensray
Brampton, ON Fletchers Creek Sr. PS #015 Major WM Dwight Sharpe Br.
The man beside me, Colour Poster Affiche en couleur
Red poppy on his shirt
If you look in his eyes
You can see he is hurt.

The man beside me,

His soft hands once held a gun
We will never know what happened
But trust me it wasnt fun.

The man beside me,

I shake his hand
And thank him truly,
For fighting for our land

Anna Bronconnier Ivy Shi

Erickson, MB Erickson Elementary School #143 Erickson Br. Calgary, AB Lake Bonavista School #001 Calgary Br.
Poem Pome Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc

Honourable Mention Mention honorable

Brooklyn Stobbe Bryanna Hogan
Crofton, BC Crofton Elementary School #191, Chemainus Br. Small Point, NL Cabot Academy #023 Carbonear Br.
Colour Poster Affiche en couleur Essay Composition

Bree Chatman Alexandre Trudel

Grand Falls-Windsor NL Sprucewood Academy #12 Grand Falls-Windsor Havelock, QC Franklin Elementary School #244 Hemmingford Br.
Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc Poem Pome

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Deuxime Place Junior
Bonjour, je vais vous conter lhistoire de Flix, un soldat mari et pre dune
petite fille de 9 ans, Camille.
Un jour, il reut un ordre de mission pour aller se battre la guerre. Ctait son
travail et son devoir. Il combattit ainsi plusieurs mois aux cts dautres soldats.
Sa mission accomplie, il put revenir au pays, auprs des siens, mais avec
beaucoup de tristesse dans son coeur davoir vu des soldats et des familles
innocentes mourir autour de lui. Il resta travailler la caserne quelques mois pour
malheureusement repartir nouveau, cette fois-ci pour une anne complte.
Lorsquil revint finalement au pays la deuxime fois, sa femme et sa fille Camille
lattendaient avec impatience laroport o elles taient venues le chercher.
En arrivant la maison, Camille demanda son pre :
- Papa, pourquoi le guerre existe ?
- Ma puce, la guerre existe depuis toujours. Les soldats comme moi se battent
pour dfendre leur pays.
- Alors, a vent dire que tu as accept de tuer dautres personnes pour dfendre
notre pays ?
- On ne laccepte pas vraiment, cest un dur choix que lon faire au nom de
notre devoir.
- Mais si la guerre nexistait pas, tu naurais pas dfendre notre pays et
personne ne mourrait.
- Tu as bien raison, ma puce, mais malheureusement ce nest pas nous qui
dcidons.

Andra Lombardo
Hemmingford, QC Ecole St. Romain #244 Hemmingford Br.
Essay Composition

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 Primary First Place
Primary Premire Place

Scarlett Robinson
Lake Country, BC Davidson Road Elementary #026 Kelowna Br
Colour Poster Affiche en couleur

Charlie OHearn-Stone
Trail, BC St. Michaels School #011 Trail Br.
Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc

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Deuxime Place Primary

Abriel Hart Kylige Latter

St. George, ON Rehoboth Christian School #605 St. George Br. North Preston, NS Nelson Whynder Elem. School #160 Centennial Br.
Colour Poster Affiche en couleur Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc

Honourable Mention

Mention honorable
Daniella Q. Ling
Calgary, AB Glenmore Christian School #264 North Calgary Br.
Colour Poster Affiche en couleur

Yuji Takatsu
Stoney Creek, ON Eastdale Public School #622 Battlefield Br.
Black & White Poster Affiche en noir et blanc

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 The Contests
For over 50 years, The Royal Canadian Legion has sponsored June to May of the following year. The entries winning Second
annual Poster and Literary Contests that are open to all students Place and those receiving an Honourable Mention are displayed
in the Canadian school system. The youths who participate in in the foyer of the Parliament Buildings during the annual
these contests assist the Legion in one of our primary goals Remembrance period in November.
fostering the tradition of Remembrance amongst Canadians. The Literary Contest also has two DivisionsEssays and Poems.
The Contests are divided into Categories: the Poster Contest has The Senior First Place entries in each Division are also displayed
four (Primary Kindergarten, grades 1, 2 and 3; Junior grades at the Canadian War Museum from June to May of the following
4, 5 and 6; Intermediate grades 7, 8 and 9; and Senior grades year.
10, 11 and 12) and the Literary Contest has three (Junior grades The Legion also sponsors a trip to Ottawa for the Senior winners
4, 5 and 6; Intermediate grades 7, 8 and 9; and Senior grades in all four Divisions (Colour Poster, Black & White Poster, Essay
10, 11 and 12). Initial judging takes place at the community level and Poem) to attend the National Remembrance Day Ceremony
by volunteers at local Legion branches and the winning entries where they place a wreath on behalf of the Youth of Canada.
progress to judging at the Provincial level. The winning entries They also have an opportunity to meet and visit with the
at this level are forwarded to Ottawa where they are judged and Governor General.
the National winners declared. The names and work of all the
National winners are published in this booklet. Should you wish further information on the Poster and Literary
Contests, please contact The Royal Canadian Legion branch
The Poster Contest has two DivisionsColour and Black & nearest you or at Legion.ca.
White. The First Place entries for the four Categories from each
Division are displayed at the Canadian War Museum from Congratulations to all of this years winners.

Les Concours
Depuis plus de 50 annes, la Lgion royale canadienne Le concours littraire a aussi deux divisions compositions
parraine des concours littraire et daffiche dans lesquel tous et pomes. Les soumissions gagnantes au niveau senior dans
les lves canadiens peuvent participer. Les jeunes participants chaque division sont aussi exhibes au Muse canadien de la
et participantes aident la Lgion raliser lun de ses buts Guerre de juin mai de lanne suivante.
principaux la promotion de la Tradition du Souvenir au sein
de la population canadienne. La Lgion parraine aussi un voyage Ottawa pour gagnants et
gagnantes au niveau senior dans les quatre divisions (affiche
Les concours sont divis en catgories: le concours daffiche en couleur & affiche noir et blanc, composition et pome) pour
en a quatre (Primaire jardin denfants, 1, 2 et 3ime annes; assister la Crmonie nationale du jour du Souvenir, o ils
Junior - 4, 5 et 6ime annes; Intermdiaire 7, 8 et 9ime annes; dposent une couronne au nom de la jeunesse du Canada et ont
et Senior 10, 11 et 12ime annes). Le concours littraire en a loccasion de rencontrer et visiter le Gouverneur gnral.
trois (Junior 4, 5 et 6ime annes; Intermdiaire 7, 8 and
9ime annes; et Senior 10, 11 et 12ime annes. Le concours Si vous dsirez plus dinformation sur les Concours littraire
est jug en premier lieu au niveau de la communaut par des et daffiche, veuillez communiquer avec la filiale de la Lgion
bnvoles des filiales locales de la Lgion; les gagnants et royale canadienne la plus prs ou Legion.ca.
gagnantes avancent alors au niveau provincial. Le travail des
gagnants et gagnantes ce niveau est soumis Ottawa o il Flicitations tous les gagnants et gagnantes de cette anne.
est jug, et les gagnants nationaux slectionns. Les noms et
projets de tous les gagnants et gagnantes au niveau national
sont publis dans ce livret.

Le concours daffiche a deux divisions couleurs et noir et

blanc. Les travaux des gagnants dans les quatre catgories de
chaque division sont affichs au Muse canadien de la Guerre
de juin mai de lanne suivante. Les soumissions gagnantes de
2ime place ainsi que celles qui reoivent une mention honorable
sont exhibes dans le foyer des difices du Parlement durant la
priode annuelle du Souvenir, soit en novembre.
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