[Year #1] A Collection of Winning Song Contest Entries
November 8th, 1996
Winter of the Long Snowfall
January 19th, 1997
Second Place Winter Eve By Clearspring Outside the wind is cold and brisk But in our Abbey warm we sit In the Great Hall gathered round Some young creatures dreamland-bound Telling stories of far away Of warriors from another day Flames in the fireplace warm our paws While told of faroff lands without laws Before this peaceful time we sat Eating foods that made us fat Happy laughter filled the air Our eyes on dishes worn rith wear A table laden with a feast A lovely sight to say the least As our Abbot says the grace For hope in coming years we face We pass the platters round to all The firelight cast shadows on the wall We look around with happy eyes As willing paws slice up pies Later we will go to sleep Peaceful Dibbuns dreaming deep A sense of safty o'er our heads As we slumber in our beds A warrior's spirit watches us So young ones there's no need to fuss For Martin guards us one and all We're safe inside our Abbey Redwall Used with permission Third Place Finding a Way Home By Baby Dumble, AGM I am looking and hoping and searching for a place I hold dear... The Redwall Abbey... Am I getting near? I am wandering and searching... Looking for my home... The Redwall Abbey... A place where I am never alone. I hoped and I searched and I looked high and low How far I went, I do not know I longed to see the faces of my friends... Martin, Germaine, and others, Still, my journey did not end. Then,... I realized... The Abbey and I were never apart... for I hold it in a special place, deep in my heart. Used with permission Spring of the Many Blossoms
June 1st, 1997
Second Place The Hawk and the Hare By Clearspring From o'er the mountains in the north From uncharted regions they traveled forth Seeking a place they hoped to find Leaving their frightening pasts behind A world filled with tyrants, merciless fools Haunted by tortured souls, ghosts and ghouls A world where the agonized screams never cease They left in search of a place filled with peace One goes by foot, one on the wing The hawk and the hare, together they sing Of things still to come in thier futures, they hoped Shedding the problems with which they had coped Through hail, sleet and rain they traveled along The hawk and the hare, still singing their song The sun would shine brightly then whither away Taking with it the light that showed the way The lightening would flash in the sky all around But the hawk and the hare, together were sound The rain pelted downward upon the two friends But they were togther, for good or bad ends After weeks upon weeks of hard traveling and woe And fighting Mother Nature, the most deadly foe In the traveling month that numbered the fourth They came to a path, running south, running north The traveling was easy, thier hearts soon grew light The hawk on the left and the hare on the right The hare walked the whole way, his friend the hawk flew Thier journey was ending, thier happiness grew Then looming before them, with stones crimson red The Abbey that's known for it's food and soft beds This is for what they had come all that way To join in and take part in Redwall's Spring Nameday! Now thier lives were happy like never before Thier suff'ring had ended, they feared life no more The hawk and the hare, thier friendship shan't bend Together forever, and friends to the end. Used with permission Third Place The Wandering Redwaller By Queen Serena As I wander alone, paws on soft fine loam, I think of the place that I call my home. Passing through trees, passing through brush, stepping in time with the clear river's rush, I dream of the abbey so dear to me; for my love above all is for a place called Redwall. Sweet blossoms and blooms of tender pale shades; Their scent woven in with sweet-singing Abbey maids. Birds trilling low in the limbs up high, Happy voices are heard, once a joyful cry. All these are found at the world's best place, for our love above all is for a place called Redwall. Now dusk has set in with its muted glow, the fires start up, for Redwallers know that night shall come fast and shall cloak us all here that a cool ev'ning breeze will chill us, but lend me your ear: Remember the place of safety and warmth, and let your love above all be for a place called Redwall. Used with permission Summer of the Golden Friendships
September 14th, 1997
Second Place Wonders of Salamandastron By Carven Deathlance Now I'll tell you a tale of a ghost that's all pale at Salamanda-ha-stron, He comes out every night, just a slight after nine at Salamanda-ha-stron, But none can compare with a Badger or hare at Salamanda-ha-stron And we got there together in bright sunny weather at Salamanda-ha-stron Arm not alas sand way south in the west is where I love it best, Is a place I call home where the soil is loam at Salamanda-ha-stron It's a place in your dreams and it's not what it se-he-he-msss Salamanda-ha-stronnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Used with permission Third Place Redwall Over the Years By Equador Murrel This song may be silly, it may be fun. Whatever you do, dont leave it in the sun. The words will fade, the song wil lose meaning. Then I'll have to re-write it, from the begining! ***Redwall Over the Years*** Redwall's the place where all good beasts go, It's a place where memories grow. The smells from the kitchens will make your mouth water, A soup for an otter, gets hotter and hotter. You mention feast, the hares give big cheers, You might eat to much, then you'll hurt to your ears. The little dibbun's like to steal candied chestnuts, But when they get caught, they're paddled on their butts. Martin the Warrior is their protecter, The badger mother, they do respect her. If you are evil, please do take caution, For if you don't, the dishes you'll be washin. Redwall has had, some battles and skrimishes, Bet you that makes Redwallers squirmish. Some warriors of Redwall include Martin and Martin, Mariel and Matthias, Mattimeo and Dandin. Even though I don't live there, I visit each year, And as I approach, happy songs I do hear. It is a happy place, with occasional tears, This song's about Redwall, over the years. Used with permission. |