Tuesday, October 1, 2019

2019-2020 DAR Winning Essays (school level)


Below are three DAR essays from the Sept. 2019 contest.
The first is by Caden Maxwell (11th grade school-level winner).
The second is by Ivy Wynne (9th grade school-level winner).
The third is by Juliet Cairney (honorable mention for best story/plot).

Thanks to all seventy-eight students who submitted entries into this contest!



“A Sailor’s Experiences as Part of Christopher Columbus’ First Expedition to the Americas”

Brian Caden Maxwell
1 Royal Drive
Cochran, GA 31014

478-934-6258

Bleckley County High School
9th Grade

Hawkinsville Chapter of DAR

Words: 1181


Benito Romero, a calloused, gruff old sailor, sat creaking in his rocking chair. He sat in his Spanish farmhouse while five of his grandchildren, all under ten years old, played at his feet. The two oldest, a girl and a boy in their teenage years, were talking in the kitchen. Benito sat, smoking his pipe in deep thought. He had plenty to think about considering all of his adventurous years of life.
“Grandpa!” one of the young girls said, snapping Benito out of his daze, “Will you tell us about your trip with Christopher Columbus again?”
Benito smiled, revealing more dark age lines around his mouth. “Again? You guys must love this story.”
“It’s our favorite one!” they all squealed.
“Alright, whatever makes you guys happy.” Hearing this, the two oldest walked into the living room and had a seat, intrigued.
“It all began,” Benito looked around, waiting so the anticipation would build, “in the summer of 1492.”
*                    *                 *

When I discovered that Christopher Columbus was offering abled seamen 1000 maravedis per month to sail with him, I was ecstatic. Considering my five years as a fisherman, I thought of myself as a very capable crew member for the job. This was the hope I had been looking for since my house burnt down. The past two months had been awful, with my wife holding it over my head that I forgot to put out the stove fire. How was I supposed to know that our cat would fall into the fire, then persist in running around the house.
 My mother and father were getting tired of us staying there, but their troubles would end as soon as I got enough money to pay for the house I had my eyes on. Sadly the fish I were selling were not bringing in cash quite fast enough to buy the house any time soon. It could take two years before I got my finances in order to make such a big purchase. I did not have two years; living with my parents was driving a wedge between my wife and I. I needed this house, or our marriage might not last. This voyage was my opportunity to finally get my life back.
I applied to become a crew member, and was accepted. The date that we were expecting to set sail August 3, 1492. We would be taking three ships called the Niña, Pinta, and Santá Maria. I was set to sail with the crew on the Santá Maria, captained by Juan de la Cosa.
We prepared for weeks, getting the ships ready, gathering food, and packing our own meager supplies of personal belongings. My wife was anxious about me going on the journey, but I assured her that everything would be okay and that when I got back we would no longer be bound to staying with my parents. We would finally have a place to ourselves again. And be happy once more, I thought to myself
After all the preparation, the day finally came. We set out on August 3rd, just as planned, and headed towards the Canary Islands. Colmbus’s plan was to avoid the westerly winds and pick up the northeast trade winds; then we would use the westerlies to get back home. We stayed in the Canaries for nearly a month then set out west on September 6th. Those times between the Canaries and the Indies were difficult days. Even though I was a fisherman, I was always a little nervous being in the middle of the ocean. Being semi-close to land is one thing, but being hundreds of miles offshore, not sure if you'd even make it to where you were going, was a completely different feeling.
Throughout our journey, we would see floating vegetation and different types of birds, things that made us think we were nearing land. The crew was hopeful, but as the weeks went on, land was nowhere to be seen. Food rations were getting low, and people were losing hope. By October 10th, most of the crew believed that we would never find land, and we would never get back home. I tried to stay hopeful, but those were hard days for all of us. Then on October 12, our worries were washed away.
The Pinta had sighted land. When all of the crews had made it to shore, we all celebrated and laughed together. We had made it to the Indies. Our royal banner was planted, but besides that, we did not stay for long. We traveled from island to island, exploring and encountering the natives. Columbus was set on finding treasure that we could bring back to Spain, but we had no such luck. But that did not matter to the crew members. We were more interested in our national pride. We were doing great things for our country, and all the while getting to explore and see a part of the world that we had never experienced.
Everything was going smoothly; that is until December 5, 1492. We were sailing off the coast of one island when suddenly I felt a great lurch in the Santá Maria. I heard yelling from below deck. “The ship has been breached!” I headed to the stairs to see what was happening. As I ran, the screaming from below started to fade. When I got to the stairwell, water began rushing up out of it. One of the crew members was trying to swim up from the stairs. I grabbed him by the arm to help pull him up. The water was now up to my waist. Another person appeared from below deck; I guided him to the surface. My feet lifted off the deck, and I was treading water. I turned to see the mast falling away from me, the giant sail engulfing people and trapping them underwater. I watched in shock.
When the entire ship was underwater, I looked around to see roughly thirty crew members floating. Our other two ships were close by, and they rushed over to help the remaining crew members. There were too many people to take back to Spain on the two ships, so we had to leave some of the men on the island.
I returned to Spain a changed man. On the day of my return, I rushed into my parents’ home and had a happy reunion. I questioned the absence of my wife, and my parents had informed me that she had started her own bakery, which had become very successful. In the time that I was gone, she had already bought us the new house that we had wanted. My parents told me where her bakery was located, and I reunited with her. There was lots of hugging, kissing, and tears. I jokingly scalded her for buying the house that I was trying to make enough money for. After all, that was why I went on the voyage, and almost died, in the first place.  But none of that mattered because we were back together, and I had never seen her so happy.








Bibliography
Columbus's Crew, http://columbuslandfall.com/ccnav/crew.shtml. Accessed 13 Sept. 2019.
Romey, Kristin. “Why Haven't We Found Christopher Columbus's Ships?” On Columbus Day 
2017, Why Haven't We Found the Explorer's Ships?, 3 Nov. 2017, http://www.nationalgeographic.com/news/2017/10/columbus-nina-pinta-santa-maria-shipwreck-archaeology/. Accessed 13 Sept. 2019.
“The First Voyage.” Encyclopædia Britannica, Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc., 
http://www.britannica.com/biography/Christopher-Columbus/The-first-voyage.
reck-archaeology/. Accessed 13 Sept. 2019.










“A Sailor’s Experiences as Part of Cristopher Columbus’ First Expedition to the Americas”

Ivy Wynne


478-934-6258

Bleckley County High School
9th Grade

Hawkinsville Chapter of DAR

Words: 1185


 I stepped off the ship still groggy from the lengthy voyage. I stumbled through crowds of sailors swarming the dock reuniting with loved ones. The warm colors painting the sky and a salty scent welcomed me home. Luxuriant plants, just beyond the strewn gravel glowed of healthiness and beauty. The birds sang a lovely harmony that whistled through the air, delighting all that could hear. Too faint to understand, I heard a familiar voice and immediately looked forward pleased to see my wife, Karla, and my daughter, Estelle running towards me. Closer now, I could hear Estelle clearly shouting, “Papi! Papi!” She jumped into my arms giggling with a big toothy smile across her face. When Karla neared, I stood with Estelle wrapped in my arms. Looking into Karla’s eyes I was left in a trance unsure of what to do. Suddenly, I found myself giving her a quick kiss saying everything I didn't have the words to. 
 Thick vines and moss still covered the brick exterior of the house, leaving it with a jungle finish. The yard was still full of white daisies I used to put in Karla’s dark brown hair on long afternoons spent together. Inside, the house smelled of food Karla was preparing while I played with Estelle. After dinner, I got myself and Estelle ready for bed while Karla cleaned the dishes. Tucking her in, I kissed her goodnight. Suddenly, begging me, she says, “ Papi. Could you tell me a bedtime story? Pretty please.” 
“Yes my dear Estelle,” I respond.

     * * *

Raised in poverty, he began supporting his family as a young boy. Then, one day he was blessed with a family of his own. He had a beautiful wife and a very pretty daughter who was 7. Struggling with money, he would work any job available. Hearing of a job opportunity suitable for him, he took it. However, it wasn't just any ordinary job. He had to sail for a little over seven months in search of an all-water route to Asia. With his family as his main priority, he boarded the ship when Christopher Columbus said, “John Lipton, welcome aboard the Nina.”
Now John Lipton wasn’t so new to sailing ships. As a young boy, his grandpa taught him how to sail. Now, with his grandpa gone, he was determined to prove himself. A few weeks into the voyage, there was an issue with a sail and a pillar holding it in place. One of the small pillars snapped ripping a tear in a sail. These faults in the ship would soon enough result in a shipwreck. Knowing how to repair the faults, John quickly discussed the issue with Columbus. 
John said, “Cap’n Columbus, I can fix the sail and the pillar.”
“Okay sailor, prove it. These men are as useful as a galley slave,” said Columbus.
“Aye Aye Cap’n!” John responds.
John quickly patched up the sail with a tattered piece of clothing in better condition than most. He then used excess rope to mend the snapped pillar holding the sail in place. Columbus and the crew watched carefully as he worked with ease repairing damaged objects on the main deck. Columbus was amazed with his skill and immediately appointed John to the main deck crew. Within the next few weeks, Columbus and John became relatively close partners. Columbus shared his thoughts and secrets with John, despite their short amount of time spent together. Columbus showed interesting qualities away from the crew. He was not only a very venturesome man, unafraid to take risks, but he showed the admirable quality of adaptability. No matter the situation, he always found a way to overcome it. Columbus never treated any of the sailors with disrespect, instead he remained considerate, and expected the same from his crew. He was a burly man with long, wavy gray hair. He had a small chin dimple and a long nose that didn't complement his face all too well. One evening, Columbus approached John and said, “Lipton, we have yet to find land, and the crew is getting impatient. Soon, we will have to cancel the voyage.” 
“Cap’n, we need to remain hopeful. We will find land soon,” John replied.
“I will carry on for a day more, and if we find no land, our search will end. Now go eat. I need my right hand on deck at all times,” said Columbus.
“Aye Aye Cap’n!” John answered.
After eating, John lay on his rough, sandpaper like cot in hopes of a good night's sleep. Every night he dreamt of his lovely wife and daughter at home. He dreamt of finding lush green land and mounds of gold because he knew he could care for his family with the money he received.
John was awakened by the loud, scratchy voices of sailors rejoicing above him. He sat up, and slowly stood, approaching the hatch leading to the main deck. Climbing the ladder he pushed the hatch door open, and was greeted by the morning sun and fellow sailors. Climbing completely onto the deck, John rubbed his eyes in an effort to unblur his vision. Focusing, he saw luscious green plants radiating healthiness. The shimmering water cast a blue tint on the edge of the shore causing the white sand to appear blue. The palm leaves swayed as the breeze touched it softly. Columbus and John were the first to touch land, then the crew followed. They traveled through the new world, we assumed was Asia, and collected valuable items. While exploring the land, the Santa Maria ran aground and sank on Christmas Eve. John was surprised see Columbus so calm towards the fall of the Santa Maria, and soon discovered that Columbus never liked that ship. Before the ship set sail, some sailors decided to stay and begin building homes and adapting to their new lifestyle. The journey home was smoother and easier on the crew. The months went by quicker than before, and sooner than ever, they were home.

Arriving home, was a joy like no other. Columbus thanked John with the money he promised him. When John reunited with his family, his little girl ran into his arms with the biggest smile. John was so grateful for his little blessing. Then, he saw his wife and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her. She was so amazing, and he wouldn’t be the man he is today without her. 

      * * *

Suddenly, from behind me I heard a forced cough. Turning around, I saw Karla leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. She stared at me with a look of acknowledgement on her face. Then she said, “You were telling her about your trip weren’t you Jim?” 
“Yes, how’d you know?” I asked.
“The love that man had for his family reminded me of your love.” she said.
“You know I love you.” I stated.
“And I love you too.” Karla replies.
With a tired smile on her face, she climbed into bed and kissed me goodnight. Being careful of the sleeping Estelle, I rolled over her, and fell soundly asleep.

Bibliography
“Christopher Columbus Discovers America, 1492.” EyeWitness to History
“Christopher Columbus: Explorer.” Enchanted Learning
“Columbus reports on his first voyage, 1492.” The Gilder Lehrman Institute of American 
Accessed 20 Sept. 2019.
Dr. Frank, Sandra. “What did Cristopher Columbus and his Crew eat on their Voyage to 
America?” Blogspot, Sunday, October 10, 2010, 
History.com Editors. “Christopher Columbus.” HISTORY, A&E Television Networks, November 
9, 2009, https://www.history.com/topiion/christopher-columbuscs/explorat. Accessed 20 
Sept. 2019.
THE ORIGINAL NIÑA.” The Niña, www.thenina.com/the_original_nina.html. Accessed 20 
Sept. 2019.












“A Sailor’s Experience as Part of Christopher Columbus’  First Expedition to the Americas” 

Juliet Cairney 


Bleckley County High School
11th Grade

Hawkinsville Chapter

Words: 1200
 Strong winds ripped the doorknob from my grip, slamming the door behind me as I stepped inside. The loud thud echoed through my silent house. 
 I walked through the kitchen. My mother stood at the stove, her back to me. She turned around as I passed through, but she didn’t smile. She never did anymore. Ever since I’d returned from that cursed voyage, she’d barely spoken to me. I couldn’t blame her; it was my fault. 
 I passed through the kitchen silently and headed up the narrow staircase that led to the tiny attic room that my brother and I shared. Or had shared. 
 I tossed my bag onto my bed. The mattress let out a puff of dust. It hadn’t been aired in all the months we’d been gone. 
 Unbidden, my gaze drifted over to the other cot-like bed that stood on the opposite side of the room, neatly made. Just the way he’d left it. The familiar stifling guilt wrapped around me as his ghost filled the tiny room that seemed enormous now that it was only mine. I didn’t want to remember. But I couldn’t seem to stop. 
 * * *
 Months ago, my  little brother and I had left our hometown of Lepe to sail with Christopher Columbus. Our mother hadn’t wanted us to go; my younger brother was only sixteen, and I was almost twenty. But our father had recently succumbed to illness, which left the responsibility of earning a living to us. The paycheck would take care of our mother while we were gone. 
 Before we left, with tears in her eyes, my mother had grabbed my hands and made me swear to protect Miguel and bring him home safely. 
 At the time, I rolled my eyes. Miguel had been assigned a different ship than me anyway; I didn’t tell her that part, but a tiny, guilty part of me thought that it would be nice to have some time away from him. However, to calm her, I promised.
  Miguel had been assigned to the Santa Maria under Christopher Columbus. I was aboard the Pinta under Captain Martín Pinzón. Pinzon had decades of experience under his belt. He was older than most sailors, but he was tough, knowledgeable and fiercely capable. This was his ship, we had been told the first day, and he had given much of his own fortune to this expedition. Just like us, he had made sacrifices to be here. He was determined to get something out of it— with or without Columbus.
Throughout the voyage, my brother and I barely saw each other. The Pinta had set off alone multiple times in search of riches; we’d been mostly unsuccessful, but Captain Pinzon had always managed to get us back in time to claim our part in every major discovery. The crew of the Pinta firmly believed that when we returned to Spain, the glory should be ours. We’d taken more risks and explored more land; we deserved the notoriety back home. We just had to get there first. 
One day, a month into the return journey, a sharp breeze ruffled the hot, still air. By now, months at sea had honed my instincts as a sailor. My back straightened, and the men and I exchanged looks. A storm was coming. 
The temperature dropped as clouds covered the sun. A hum of nervous conversation rose as sailors watched the sky.
The cabin door flew open with a sharp thud as Captain Pinzon strode out, barking orders. 
“Batten the hatches!” he shouted, pointing vigorously. “Francisco!” He barked at the first mate. “Change course!” 
“But, Captain!” the second mate interjected. “Columbus doesn’t know to change course. Is this wise, in a storm that could separate us—” 
Pinzon’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Do not question me,” he warned, and the second mate cowered. As we gathered around, listening attentively, Pinzon continued. 
“This storm is the opportunity we need,” he told us. “We will break away from the others and take a faster route back to Spain. When we arrive, the glory will be ours; in Columbus’s absence, the king will take an audience with me, and we will have the recognition we deserve.” 
“What of Columbus?” someone called out of the crowd. 
Pinzon’s lips twitched. 
“With any luck, we’ll beat him there,” he said. “With a little more luck, we’ll never see him again.” 
A hush fell over the sailors. We knew how our captain felt about Columbus, but we had never heard him hint at anything like this. 
Another sharp, cold wind cut through the air, snapping us out of our moment of hesitation. 
“To work!” Pinzon shouted. “Change course and batten the hatches. Everyone to their places! We have to survive the storm to make it home. Think of the reward! It’s ours for the taking!” 
Everyone jumped into action, running to their places. A  rough hand grabbed my shoulder, pulling me around. 
“Felipe!” A sailor shook me. “Come on, help me secure the sails!” I followed him over to the foremast.
“Lorenzo,” I muttered as we worked. “What are we doing?” 
His eyes were alight with excitement. “Taking what’s ours,” he said. “The glory and riches will go to those who are willing to take the risk.”
“We’re abandoning half the crew in a storm—”  
“We are the crew,” he corrected. 
“This doesn’t bother you at all?” I asked. 
“No,” he said, turning to me. “We’re going out on our own. Captain Pinzon finally tired of Columbus dragging his feet. This is what we’ve been waiting for! I don’t know why you’re acting like this—” 
“What about Columbus’s crew?” I asked. 
Lorenzo laughed. “Who cares about them?” 
I looked at him. “Lorenzo, my little brother is on that ship.” 
He fell silent, the excitement fading. For a second, we just stared at each other. Then he spoke, and his voice was much quieter now. 
“Captain’s orders, Felipe,” he said. 
We finished tying down the sails in silence as the winds picked up. Clouds rolled over the angry gray sky. The sea began to roil, tossing our small ship across its surface as dark sheets of rain began to pummel the deck. 
As I ran below to help secure provisions, I glanced through the rain at the rapidly disappearing ship. I fancied that I could see a faint outline in the howling storm.
Miguel, I thought, my stomach twisting. 
That was the last time I ever saw him. 
***
 When I returned alone, my mother had gasped, then burst into tears. I had tried to comfort her, but she’d shoved me away, disgusted. She’d barely spoken to me since. 
 I let out a shaky breath, trying to push his face from my mind, trying to stifle the rising guilt. It never worked. 
 My mother blamed me. Try as I might, I couldn’t disagree.  I stared at the wall of the attic bedroom. Weeks later, I could still feel the rain stinging my eyes, the wind throwing me sideways as I took my final glance at their ship. 
 I tried to find him later, when we docked in Spain, but the crew had scattered. I never found out what happened to him. Now I will never know. 

 
Bibliography
“Christopher Columbus- 1st Voyage.” Christopher Columbus EU
www.christopher-columbus.eu/voyage-1.htm. Accessed 19 Sept. 2019. 
Flint, Valerie I.J. “Christopher Columbus.” Encyclopedia Britannica, Encyclopedia Britannica, 
inc., 17 July, 2019, www.britannica.com/biography/Christopher-Columbus/The-fourth-voyage-and-final-years. Accessed 19 Sept. 2019.
“Martin Alonso Pinzon.” Encyclopedia.com
www.encyclopedia.com/people/history/explorers-travelers-and-conquerors-biographies/martin-alonso-pinzon. Accessed 19 Sept. 2019.



Tuesday, February 19, 2019

5th Per. 2018-19 Poet Laureate's Contest Entries


“Poem of Life”
By: Trinity Bowie

I am not that old.
I have learned things.
I will learn things,
as I go.
I hope not to die young.
I hope I don’t suffer when I’m old and frail.
I've seen much suffering.
I’ve done much suffering,
that you may never know.
My life story so far,
is too much for now.
I want peace.
I win and loose peace,
as goes the story of life.
I wish my family well,
and that it goes on for some time.
Though I am not ready to die,
one day, I’ll be ready to die,
as does my grandmother.
She says she wants to go home to the lord.
All we do is cry.
We are not ready.
We will not be ready.
We can only hide our eyes.



“Don’t Blink”
By Harlie Corner

The baby wakes up,
Eyes open like the sky.
Her parents lean over her
And her laughter fills the room.

The child wakes up,
Her eyes narrow with glee
As she runs through the grass.
Not a care in the world,
And she feels as if she can fly.

The young lady wakes up
With eyes all aglow.
Her smile is contagious
As she walks down the aisle.

The woman wakes up,
But her eyes stay closed in prayer.
Not a day goes by
When she doesn’t miss him.

The old lady wakes up,
Cloudy eyes that cannot see.
As she takes a final breath,
She smiles once more.





“Life is More”
 By : Reagan Wimberly

Many believe life is one big cycle,
You are born, you live, you die.
But life is much more.
The start, screaming, crying
People in awe, overwhelmed by the beauty.
The toddler, living without a care,
Full of hope, full of joy.
The teenager, full of beginnings and ends
A time of rebelling, trials and hardships,
The immense schools load, moments made and never forgotten.
The young adult, fresh in love and laughter,
Awaiting the day you have dreamed about,
Saying I do.
The parents, endless nights with no sleep,
Welcoming your best friend into this world, choices to be made.
The worker, a family to provide for,
Bills to be paid, work to be done,
Yet still making time for the things you care about most.
The end, a life well lived,
Full of memories,
Good times, bad times.
No regrets,
As you say goodbye to everything you have ever known.
A new journey begins.






“Time After Time”
By Hannah Hermann

When we are young,
            All we want is to grow up.
            The funny thing is that,
            When we are old,
            We just want to be young again.
            We start out with wild imaginations,
            But as we age, our imaginations dull.
            Time is a horse no man can break,
            It takes you for one wild ride.
            When we are young,
            We are energetic and in eternal bliss.
            When we are old,
            We are lethargic and face hardships.
            Life can flash in the blink of an eye,
            So live life to the fullest.
            All chapters must end,
            So write your own story.






“A Life Is Like A Football Career”
By: Raleigh Hagler
My life is like a football career,
And the people around me are players,
Players added and traded away.
And it is in stages. First is high school,
Learning, building reputation.
Then to college,trying to overcome the
Upperclassman, working harder
Than most. Then being drafted,
Moving far away from family,
But hoping to make another.
Then moving around, and
Closer to home. Meeting new
Players and meeting some more
After getting traded again.
Then finally making your
Mark on a team to bring
Glory to your name. Having
Great seasons then some
Regular seasons. Then it is
Time to retire, to try
Something new. So you start
To coach to help others,
That want to be just like
You. But after time you
Can not do it anymore, so
You stop coaching, and leave
It alone for the last time.





The Sunflower Field
By Leslie Fernandez

A seed was planted in the ground,
Like a baby in its mother’s womb.
Once sprouted, the crying came
Both being brought into the world.
Learning the way of life,
Eating and sleeping,
Growth was shown.
The seedling had sprouted her first leaves
And the baby had walked her first steps.
Learning to run and play, while the other
Learning to catch the sun to feast.
Soon their adventure into life began.
The growth was continuing.
The seedling soon had a bud
While the girl grew into her mother’s shoes
Time was still needed before she bloomed
And time was given to both plant and girl.
The flower nearing her bloom and the girl did too
But the girl had a surprise, for she had a seedling too.
And soon the flower bloom and the seedling grew.
The girl was at the end of her rope
As she had fallen ill, and her flower of life
Had started to wither.
Withered away were both, but hope was near
As the cycle of life appeared again,
For her seedling had been left behind.







“Life”
By: Andrew Golden
Life has many diverse parts,
Lots of different changes in between each part.
It can be tough at times,
But you can make it through.
The first part is the child stage,
At this age you start to learn.
How to tie a shoe,
How to write a complete sentence,
How to add numbers.
The second part is the teenager stage.
This stage can be the most difficult.
You start to learn who you are,
Also your place in the real world.
Then comes adulthood,
You have a lot more responsibilities,
A full time job,
And bills to pay.
Next is the mid-life stage,
Where your not old yet but not young either.
You start to think about retirement,
And what to do next.
Next is the elderly stage,
You have children all grown up,
Grandchildren to see,
Then someday, it's all gone.








“Some People Aren’t Prepared”
Lucy Wiegert

She looked around,
And saw these people from her childhood.
So many had changed.
So many had grown.

She looked around,
And saw the students she had shared her life with.
Some were tall and lanky.
Some were short and stocky.

She looked around,
And saw the faces of her friends.
Some she’d had forever
Others were new acquaintances.

She looked around,
And saw deep emotion.
Some were happy
Others were sad.

She looked around,
And thought to herself,
“Some grow old quick
Others stay childish forever.”

She looked around,
And she knew
That some people weren’t prepared
For the real world.







“The Great Roller Coaster”
By: Morgan Pritchett
Life is like a roller coaster.
A very very unpredictable one.
One second you’re at the top,
The next you are at the bottom.

Some people have everything,
Then they have nothing.
Some people have nothing,
Then they have everything.

But as your grow up,
You realise that materialistic things do not matter.
All that matters is the future,
Not what you did yesterday
Or the day before.

We all have our ups and downs.
Like I said before life is a roller coaster.
So live it to the fullest.
Don’t worry about what other people think.
Just do you.

Because one day that roller coaster will come to an end.
Do not end it with regrets,
Wishing you would’ve opened your eyes at the top and saw the view,
Or thrown your hands up as you’re diving down.
Just make it count.
Because you only have one ticket for the ride.










“Growing Up’’

By Amaya Smith

Only just born into the world
An infant crying, while being held.
Holding his mom’s hand,
The infant now a young boy
Smiles with his new bookbag on
Ready for his first day of Kindergarten.
The young boy, now a teenager
Who just wants to fit in with all his friends,
 Rebellion starts to creep in.
The young man, who wants to explore
Leaves his home to take on the world.
Just like that, he is an old man
Playing with all of his grandchildren
Holding on to his wife’s hand
Spending as much time with her as he can.
Having to depend on everyone,
The old man has now reached the end
Trying to enjoy every second with his family
Slowly counting down the days
Till he sees his wife again.






The Life of Jasper
By Clay Thompson



A child once was I,                              
Full of energetic thoughts,
And playing all day long.

My entire world was home,
No other space accompanying me
In my adventures learning all the while,
Until to school I left.

Oh, how the early years seemed far distant
As I, stumbling, traversed through life.
When arising, then leaving for school
Seemed “normal” to me in that stage.

Then I, growing older all the while,
Raced through life like a bullet,
Not a care in the world had I then,
Oh, how those choices then affect me now.

Growing old is like a horrible experience,
Your life slipping slowly away,
But all of it you deem not so,
Yet you still approach the final door.








Life of Brannon
By Carter Brannon

Growing up has many blessings
When I was an infant
I would grab hold of anything
And wanted my parents close

Then I started school
And made friends with the others
We would play forever
Inside or out

As I got older
The outside became less of life
And inside took all our time
Watching tv and playing fortnite

Then I was in high school
Recent years went by like a blink
Where I work every morning
And eat the rest of the day

Now I am half way through the year
Grades are ok but could improve
Have things on my mind full time
And got teammates who got my back.







Life will pass by
By: Brianna Crockett
Life is a mystery,
One that we have yet to solve.
First, his birth, an infant crying,
Needing warmth, needing air,
Needing love and care. The descent
Into school, while quick and fierce,
Is a child with a loathing fire.
Then a young man,
With great passion and desire,
To be better, to rise higher.
A jealous eruption, and yearning to fight;
Stopped by a fair maiden.
Then an adult, with thick full beard
And the maiden now wife; she gives a child.
Now the man very old, very frail,
Watches his young son, and his beautiful wife.
He sits and thinks, about past now gone, first infant,
Then boy, a young man and a grown one.
And happily watching he drifts,
Drifts into an eerie silence.








“Life Goes On”
By: Lydia Belflower

The news had came they had long awaited,
The baby was finally here.
Mother and Father all in awe,
Crying tears of joy meeting their new baby girl.
Little did the crying infant know,
What life had in store for her.
Time grew older, and so did she.
In a few months she was crawling and walking.
She cried on the first day of school,
And begged for Mommy to stay.
She grew and grew and was unstoppable.
She was learning to drive and then she brings her boyfriend home,
Hoping her Daddy would have her approval.
She graduated school, and then she graduated college.
She got a husband she loved and got her a job.
Soon, she would start a family of her own.
The cycle began once more, leaving the task up to her own children.
In her last days she reflected, “In life, all thing must pass by,
Like a car on the highway.
Life is short and enjoy every moment,

Make sure to live, laugh, but most importantly love.”






“The Game of Life”
By: Dustin Yearty

Life’s a passage,
with many destinations to go.
Small, infantile is the first stop,
Being helpless without your guides.
It’s hopeless to be independent yet.
Now, it pauses at a scholar,
wondering many questions and answers.
Though you may think its rough,
deep down you like it.
Continuing as a young lover, you take your shots.
Serenading fellow sweethearts
with your self perceived romantic tune.
Now, as a soldier, you stand your ground.
Your opinions are the basis of your life.
The passage continues.
Soon, you’re a justice, you’ve learned so much.
To pass it on is your goal, your purpose.
Later, as a lean fellow, your duty is done.
The task is finished, you may rest now.
Alas, the journey must end.
Like a second child, you lay,
waiting for the release into a greater voyage.
A spiritual passage.





“Life is Short”
By: Caleb Hill

Adding, adding, adding NEVER subtracting
this is how life goes
always getting older, never younger.
Life is short, make the best of it.
The first stage is infant to toddler
those first words and steps.
Then the young child, going to school
making friends, having fun.
After comes the teen, full of
love, joy, struggles, family, school.
Young adult is next, collage, marriage, jobs, friends.
 Then you move to older adult, kids of your own, working
building up money for their kids.
Then comes the old age, grandkids, vacations,
retirement, loss of health. Then you are gone,
loved ones grieving, praying, wishing you the
best. life is short make the best of it.





“Rule of Threes”
By: Veronica Lee

Living, Loving, Laughing
Knowing the “Rule of Threes”
Crawling, talking, walking
Hopelessness set upon you.
Growing and learning the ways of your parents,
Not knowing what is best for yourself.
Moving around, place to place,
Only to learn more and become more.
Setting goals, and making them happen.
Learning what is important to you,
Even if it means losing a friend or two.
Knowing yourself and being that and no one else.
Learning the ways of the world and how it works,
Thinking and believing you do not belong there.
Going to school, your graduation year,
Letting that life go and starting a new one, the life of an adult.
Life is not as easy as it may seem from the outside.
Balancing your husband, kids and a job,
Not knowing what is to come.
Your kids live the same as you had,
Making mistakes, but learning as their life goes on.
You grow older, knowing what is near.
Not fearing but knowing what is to come.
Parting from family but gaining an eternity of happiness.
Living, loving, parting, it  goes with the “Rule of Threes”.







Thank you, mom.

By Demetrius Pope Jr.

A young woman sheds a tear as her newborn son cries

A doctor puts him in her arms, she looked in his eyes.

She loves him so dearly, more than life itself

She promised she’d be there if he ever needed help.

She taught him to walk, and caught him when he fell

She talk him to talk, and he’d soon be speaking well.

As this young boy get’s older and a little stronger,

He feels as if his mother’s aid is needed no longer.

The boy in his adolescence will soon meet a girl,

He lays eyes on her and sees his whole world.

He feels he truly loves her, and thinks she is perfect

The boy treated her better than the woman who birthed him.

But something would happen, he couldn’t imagine anything worse than

One day, somehow, this young girl would hurt him

And when she’s gone he’ll cry on his mother’s shoulder

She always has been there, always been his boulder.

Years later the boy has aged, but his mother even older,

She moves a little slower, and her body grows colder.

When she holds her son’s hand, it is that of a man

And he now helps her walk and talk when she can’t.

Her time is near gone, as he lays her to bed

And the now grown man sheds a tear as he says

I love you so dearly, more than life itself

And thank you so much for all of your help.

“Life Stages”
By: Matthew Bland
We all start off young,
With not much use of the tongue.
But as we grow older,
We get a little bolder.
We learn how to speak,
And grow older every week.
We soon hate school
We would much rather chill by the pool.
But we grow more mature,
And our minds turn pure.
We finish our education
And then enjoy our occupation.
We then retire
And our children we admire
As we think of things to say
And our hair turns grey
Life comes to a close
We say goodbye to our foes
It is sad to see
But we have lived a life full of glee