“Fall Fair”
By: Ansley Abney
It is finally fall,
I can feel it in the air.
One place you have to visit
Is the Perry National Fair
They have lots of great food
And fun games to play.
They also have rides
And entertainment all day.
Try and pop a balloon,
To win a big prize.
You’ll see the look of joy
begin to flood in children's eyes.
Be sure to pick up a caramel apple.
They are so good and so sweet.
Take some home to your family and friends,
It would be such a delightful treat!
When it is time to leave,
don’t you shed a tear!
Just say “Goodbye Perry National Fair.
See you next year!”
The Photo
Album
By Sierra
Arnold
creaky attic stairs
lead to forgotten
treasures.
Old memories are waiting to
be
Rediscovered.
a dusty tea set.
two glass dolls.
tiny chairs with a
miniature table.
the Photo album narrates.
Grandma is seen-
Frozen in Time
wearing a lacy frock,
conversing with porcelain
friends,
pouring the tea.
more Black and White
Photos
tell more Stories.
the first dance and first
date-
with each Photo,
Time passes.
the stairs creak.
stiff joints crack.
Grandma joins me
in the attic.
we look through Photos
Together.
Grandma has many
Memories.
my favorite of her Memories
is the one in the making-
Right Now.
By Chase Barton
No watch to tell the time,
But I know I’ve been working for hours.
No pay for my work,
I do it all for free.
No freedom at all,
I do what they tell me.
Barely any food,
I eat what they provide.
No rights to anything,
They don’t consider me a person.
They call me property,
As if I don’t have a soul.
They don’t care how much I hurt,
As long as they are not affected.
It is how it is.
There is nothing I can do.
Maybe one day this will end,
But I don’t know.
I’m tired of it.
I just can’t let this go on any longer.
“A Poem for Broken Hearts”
By Lainie Partain
Stop
talking to me.
Stop
pretending like you care,
Because
you don’t.
This
pain is too hard to bare.
Stop
asking how I’m doing.
Stop
asking if I’m okay.
I’m
tired of lying.
I
just want to get through the day.
Get
out of my head.
Stop
telling me lies,
That
i force myself to believe.
This
pain just never dies.
Sometimes
it’s better.
Sometimes
it’s worse.
But
it never goes away,
It’s
an eternal curse.
I’m
trapped in my own head.
Everyday
is toil and strife.
Convincing
myself that no one cares.
I
just want to get through life.
Special Day by Abbi Belflower
When he woke up it was a new day,
However it was a little more special than any
other!
For today on February 18th, it was his birthday!
“Who is he?” You may ask. Oh, he is my brother!
I thank God for my brother,
And all his gentle love and care.
We look out for each other,
So I know he is always there.
Today we celebrated another year,
Full of laughs and even tears.
He teaches me everyday,
What it is like to be loved in every way.
I know how my husband should treat,
Just like my brother you see,
With patience and protection,
Always with perfection.
So today I celebrate him, and our times together
Because for family there is nothing I would not
do.
We will always have each other,
Happy Birthday, Adam, from me to you!
By Caroline Cairney
You came out of nowhere
A light from the gray
Pennies fell from the
sky
From that very first day
I needed a hero
You were that for me
I needed a friend
You were one, finally.
You stood up beside me
Taught me kindness and
pride
Around you, when I
smiled
I let my lips open wide
And then you were gone
Like a ghost,
disappeared
But the world wasn’t
cold
Like I’d dreaded and
feared
For you taught me that I
was
Enough on my own
I’ll never forget
All the love that you’ve
shown
And though you are gone
now
We’ve long said goodbye
I can be my own hero—
You taught me to try.
“The seasons go by”
By Bree Bohannon
The
hot summer days will go by with a haze
But
we love those hot days
Hot
beach days you’ll be in a daze
Summer
has its many different ways
Hot
cold maybe in the middle
Georgia
winter is a strange one
Snows
days and even pool days
Yes,
that's our winter ones
The
weather has its ways
Going
every which of ways
Spring
will go out with a bang
You’ll
say dang
That
was to fast
We
love the warm but not to hot
Those
are the classic Georgia days
Fall,
the leaves are turning
Brown,
red, yellow
Beautiful
to the eye
This
is the weather you can’t deny
When
seasons change enjoy and say hello!
“What
the Rainbow Represents”
Shy
Chambers
Red,
Hot
and Fiery
Bold
and Aggressive
Forceful
and Powerful
Orange,
Sweet
and Tropical
Enthusiastic
and Creative
Determination
and Success
Yellow,
Fresh
and Joyful
Happiness
and Enlightenment
Honor
and Loyalty
Green,
Life
and Energy
Renewal
and Growth
Fertility
and Harmony
Blue,
Depth
and Stability
Trust
and Faith
Wisdom
and Truth
Indigo,
Saturated
and Deep
Midnight
and Depression
Negativity
and Mysterious
Violet,
Violet,
Royalty
and Nobility
Wealth
and Devotion
Peace
and Magic
“Temptation”
By Maisi Corbin
The art of temptation,
something that fuels our nation.
It’s not something
that’s said,
rather, it’s in your head.
It can feel bad
and make others feel sad.
The more you resist,
the more is assists
in trying to ruin your
life.
It cuts like a knife.
Its words are like honey
with promises like money.
It begins tiny
then, it becomes many
Changing you,
Lying to you,
Raging a war within you.
There is only one way to
win
to hold off against sin.
You must hold fast in
the lord,
more than a safety cord.
Only in this way will
you,
be able to stay true.
Trees
By: Ty Cranford
Trees
can be very tall
and
colorful in the Fall.
They
can be green, brown,
red,
orange, or yellow.
Trees
are everywhere big and tall.
Sometimes trees even fall.
People
cut down trees
without
a second thought.
They
cut and cut
until
there are no more.
Trees
can do many things for us.
They
can make chairs and houses.
They
make the pencil I am writing with
and
the paper I am writing on.
Trees
can make floors.
Trees
can make doors.
Trees
are so useful for many things
that
we use everyday.
Without
trees there would be problems.
If
people keep cutting and never plant them back
We
will one day run out of trees.
Deforestation
is going on everywhere.
The
next time you cut down a tree
please
plant one in its place.
Without
it life will be so hard.
The
world needs more trees to live not fall.
Floating
By : Ambree Davis
The clock chimed;
I fell running toward
the light.
“So close,” my thoughts
screamed
Pulsing through my
might.
The lost door it seemed
Was the only thing in
sight.
One board was all it
took
Falling took an eternity
to fight.
Determination in my eye
Vows within my mind
I grabbed the broken
pieces
With love looking to
find.
The last chime and yet
Still a pace away
The ground stretched as
Running feet kept me at
bay.
Hit the ground
With joyous thought.
Free at last
Was the story I bought.
Confusion brought me
back.
“Where’s the rest of
me?”
The truth began to rot
I was a ghost only some
could see.
I drifted in a daze.
Lost without hope
With no anchor
I was held with a
loosening rope.
With only the memory of
love
All one can do is float.
“Goodbye My Dear- The
Realm of Silence”
By: Hansen Lee Huckaby
“Behold my brethren, for
I shame you with a sad truth” weeped he.
“I am not whole, but a
broken man, a torn man you see.”
I knew not then, but now
I know, our love wasn’t meant to be, since,
Judith was taken by
another man to the realm of silence...
I now must go and see
her, so Goodbye my dear ones.
The realm of silence… is
waiting for me.
I cannot bear another
day without my Judith, together we were one.
However the realm of
silence… is closer than her love for me.
Soon, soon, we’ll meet
again in the realm of silence…
For I know it was my
fault, Judith, I should’ve loved you sooner, sooner.
Before the storm of
despair took you away
You went to the realm of
silence…
Oh, the jealous ones of
our love. Like sharks they took you away.
Away to the realm of
silence.
We were strong against
hate, lies, and jealousy, but not despair.
Until we made a mistake,
and went our separate ways.
I’ll search til’ the end
of my days.
For you, I’d search the
end of my days.
-Until i find you-
Or until my searches
end, where I’ll meet
You in the realm of
silence my friend…
To the realm of silence,
my soul God will send.
Goodbye my dear friend.
“Fall”
By: Jacob Johnson
It’s about the time that
Students begin to want
summer back.
The leaves begin to
float down
All the way down to the
ground.
Football has begun and
Everyone is excited as
ever
For the boys on the
field and
Kick under Friday night
lights.
The air is beginning to
get cool.
Hoodies are coming out
along with
Saturday night parties
by the bonfire
And having no weekend
wasted.
Sometimes, you spend
time at
Some haunted house with
friends.
Always taking the scares
with
You to forever be
imprinted.
Others, you are on a
ferris wheel.
Looking down on
everything in the
Fairgrounds with a
hunger for adventure.
Not to forget, a funnel
cake and candy apple.
Fall brings joy to the
heart.
With a warm cup of
coffee in hand
And a sweetheart by your
side,
Fall is the best season
of all.
“No One Sees”
By Abigail Kirkland
No one sees me
As I walk through the halls
And share a fake smile
With someone who doesn’t care to know me.
No one sees me
As I sit in class
And dread what will be
My fate when I return home.
No one sees me
As I cover up the bruises
That I received the night before
With a long sleeve shirt.
No one sees me
As I cry in the bathroom stall
Mourning the loss of my only sibling
Because she was beaten too hard.
No one sees
The scars that have been left behind,
Not only physically,
but also deep in my heart.
No one sees the battle scars,
The fear in my eyes,
Or the desperate thoughts
Running through my head.
No one sees me,
Not because they can’t
But
Because they don’t care to
And that is the reason
I choose
Death
Instead of life.
“Home”
By JT Kitchens
I pushed open the
squeaky door.
I stepped through the
faded frame,
And put one foot on the
floor.
It seemed to cry with
pain.
I looked around this
ancient place.
To you it may be an
abandoned home,
But to me it’s memories
that won't be replaced,
Memories set in stone.
That old rug, that rusty
chair,
They are special to only
me.
If you saw this these
you wouldn't really care,
But you don't see what I
see.
I see me the past.
I see my dear mother,
Who has long since
passed.
And the grief of me and
also my brother.
It’s hard to believe its
been this long.
Memories sad and happy
made.
It was a great home.
Way back when, those
were the happy days.
Weird Pet
By Dawson Martin
My dog is so strange,
And he is full of
surprises.
Some days he will beg to
come inside,
But others he just
chills outside with the cat.
He is also a little
brat,
He thinks he owns the
couch,
And he just sits there
and does nothing.
When you say his name he
just looks at you like you are stupid,
And his eyes look like
they are running from each other.
He is so ugly,
But in a sort of cute kind
of way.
He is also extremely
nosey,
If i go to the kitchen
he will follow,
And if i go to my
bedroom, he will too.
He also tries to chase
the tail he doesn’t have.
He has a little nub that
wiggles when gets excited,
Or when he is playing
and having fun.
He does some weird
stuff,
And even though he is
possibly the craziest dog ever,
I still love him.
“Ballad of the Missing Love”
Anthony McUmber
The
old man loved to stay at home,
and
read and write for hours.
He
loved to do these things because
their
fun just never sours.
The
old man had no wife, no kids.
He
lived alone and lonely.
He
wishes he tried to get a girl,
but
now he moans, “If only.”
If
only he tried to find the one,
the
one that would leave him, never.
He
did once try to get a girl,
but
she left his heart severed.
So
without a girl he lives his life.
Oh,
this is just no good life.
For
all he does is sit and write.
Oh,
his life is but a strife.
So
did he love to stay at home,
and
sit and write for hours?
Or
did it keep his mind off the love
that
he missed, oh loves powers!
His Laughter and Voice
By: Chloe Mullis
Let’s take a little ride
down memory lane,
Memories of life and
love and just a little pain.
From times of triumph to
when I coward down,
His laughter and voice
has always been my favorite sound.
Picture this: at age
four,
He was the one to open
my door.
Always playing our
favorite game: fox and hound,
His laughter and voice
has always been my favorite sound.
We grew up and most grew
apart,
But not us… he still had
my middle school heart.
We always met at the top
of the sand mound,
His laughter and voice
has always been my favorite sound.
Highschool came and so
did sports for him,
He caught other’s eyes
after hitting the gym.
For some odd reason he
chose me to be seen with around town,
His laughter and voice
has always been my favorite sound.
He gave me the best high
school years,
When I was with him, I
had no fears.
But he had big plans; he
was college bound,
His laughter and voice
has always been my favorite sound.
College went by, no “us”
anymore.
But I never allowed
myself to shut that door.
I’d date a few guys, let
few back around,
His laughter and voice
has always been my favorite sound.
On the day we wed, we
vowed forever,
Tying a knot that
absolutely nothing could sever.
I said, “I do” while
looking in his eyes of brown,
His laughter and voice
has always been my favorite sound.
A Bright Night
By Tucker Mullis
The sun begins to set on a warm summer day.
All the children come home to lay
after a long day of work and play
But as they lay in their bed
Outside street lights come on over head .
As they sleep others begin work
And as they work others play
As night grows faster on this warm summers
day.
The
lights outside begin to grow brighter
As this city begins to glow like a lighter.
And in this bright city it is a beautiful sight
When it begins to glow up at night.
Then everyone's lights began going out
As night became morning all throughout the towns
And people began to get home from a long night
shift at work
As everyone got home from a
Long
night of play.
As Bright night became
Bright day
What? Why?
Who?
By Tyler Smith
Nothing can be heard.
All is dark in his room
The sound of his parents long gone.
The screaming and throwing.
He hopes she will not be bruised
What is this?
Why is it?
Who or what caused it?
This is what the child
Wished he knew.
He knows not about
Behind the scenes
The lies and empty bed.
The things he never knew.
It all kept piling
Till it was so tall.
The world could see it all.
So after it all
She left it all.
“Small Town”
By Will Smith
Born and raised in the
South,
People say that is bad,
But they never have
lived here.
No apartment block for
me.
I live hundred yards
from my grandparents,
But a quarter of a mile
away from the next neighbor.
My neighbor is like
family,
But we have no blood
relation except from Adam and Eve.
Live in a small town,
Where we all know each
other,
Known each other from
the beginning of school,
And all know where
everyone lives.
Never gonna go far,
Far as i am going is to
college,
But college is in my hometown.
If i get a job it most
likely will be a few cities away at the most.
In the South we hunt,
At least one season is
open at all times.
Pulling up at school
with a deer is normal,
And ducks are not
irregular either.
South raised,
Small town vibes.
Would not change it for
a million dollars,
But a million dollars
would be kind of nice.
By Olivia Williams
I find it funny
that the things we hate most at a younger age
Are the things we value most as we age.
Taking a nap was the
worst punishment ever
But now a days a nap brings the most pleasure.
Money just used to be
paper,
an endless amount of green that could buy
anything.
Turned into a limited
supply,
Prices seem to rocket sky high.
A playground was a
palace,
a treehouse a jungle
escape,
the little puddles after
rain were great big lakes,
and that old rock that
seemed like a mountain.
All these things now
just seem to take up space.
The endless amount of
toys, all scattered on the floor
to a child was a display of the future they
dreamed of
in the eyes of the
older, it was a big mess.
You could be anything
you wanted.
A mother, a princess, a
monster truck driver,
whenever and wherever
all at the age of nine.
