The Merrymeeting Arts Center announces a Speaking Contest as the first part of its Veterans Concert to be held on Sunday November 9 from 2-5 pm in the Town Hall. The Speaking Contest will be open to young speakers 14 years old and under. They will memorize the selected poem and recite it from memory before the audience and three judges.
The poem being used for the contest this year is famous as the inscription on the Statue of Liberty. Written by Emma Lazarus, the poem – officially known as “The New Colossus” – is most famous for the final stanza : “Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
The Veterans Concert will feature Kim Kalesti, Hal Ahlers, Bob (the Busdriver) White and Friends, all of whom have appeared before in the area. They will be joined by other speakers and performers in a concert sure to delight people of all ages. A donation of $10 will be requested.
• The Speaking Contest is open to anyone fourteen years old or younger
• The poem to be memorized is “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus
• Participants should be dressed neatly and appropriately for a public performance
• Participants must sign up before 5 pm November 8 by emailing your name, address, phone number firstname.lastname@example.org
• Participants will recite before 3 judges and the Veterans Concert
Participants should be at the Town Hall, Bowdoinham, on School Street by 1:30 pm
The Entire poem reads:
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”