A Poem for a Loved One
Clara Licklider, Sophomore Writer
April 30, 2020
My uncle Angel, a kind and strong man, was an amazing human. Sadly, on February 17 he passed away due to pneumonia. My aunt asked me if I would like to say anything at the service for him, and I offered to write a poem. I wish I could have offered her something better than words in the most p...
Garden
Lauren Hileman, Senior Writer
December 17, 2019
Fingertips and soft pink lips The words were never spoken About the day I left to tend my flowers The wind was blowing The sun showing The sound of a mower afar Roses, daisies, tulips All darling in their rows One always thought to pick the weeds Or at le...
A phone call for a broken heart
Brooklynn Fye, Senior Writer
March 15, 2019
*Please leave a message after the beep* BEEP Ummm… Hey, it’s me again I was wondering if I have even crossed your mind, You know the way you have been crossing mine.. The never ending loop of all our good and bad. The sunshine, the rain, and even the late nights replay as ...
Grandpa’s Old Dusty Window
Lauren Hileman, Junior Writer
November 26, 2018
A tall, ancient pine tree with years of memories A blue Chevy Avalanche truck with gray lawn chairs in the bed An old man sitting on a wooden bench under the old pine watching a lawn mower run on a string I feel nine again A little girl riding in his truck with the windows down and the radio on The le...
The life I was meant to live…
Anonymously Submitted
October 31, 2018
It all started back in January of 2016, After my world crumbled upon me. When I really started to think I was completely alone, when I couldn’t hide the sadness anymore, when I couldn’t fake that stupid smile for the people around me. Truth be told when I was ready to end everything… A...
Growing Up
Lanie Miller, Sophomore writer
May 8, 2017
I am looking out the window I see birds and bees And the flowers and trees I feel the time go by This reminds me of old happy days And watching the swings sway I hear the chirping of birds And the buzzing of bees I feel refreshed and at ease I think about the past How my li...
Window to the Soul
Josie Woolever, Sophomore Writer
May 2, 2017
We all feel alone at some point in our lives. It occurs for a lot of us in high school. We feel like outcasts, always trying to meet everyone’s standards. Most the time those standards never really matter, all that matters is that you’re happy with yourself. Let’s all just put on our brave faces...
Alone
Madison Miller, Senior Contributor
December 7, 2015
She was sitting alone. In the middle of the floor wondering how she got there, wondering what went wrong. What did she do? How did she manage to mess everything up again? She could hear everyone in the living room laughing and talking as if nothing were wrong. She wished she could join them. The girl w...
The Unforgettable Summer
Megan Greer, Senior Contributor
December 7, 2015
Fans squeaking, whispers in the crowd, cattle humming to one another. Showtime. Emily woke to the sound of her alarm ringing in her ear. 8am, the hour she would awake to every summer day to head down to the barn to work with her 4-H calf. She stumbled into the old barn to hear the sound of her impati...
Parting With Loneliness
Logan Henry, Senior Contributor
December 7, 2015
As a little girl, the people around me seemed different. They all looked at me funny. I was always told by my loving mother that they were envious. I did not know what they could be jealous of, definitely not my crazy, curly, orange hair. After my mother died, I did not have anyone to rely on. My fath...
A Race to Remember
Lucas Bowman, Senior Contributor
December 7, 2015
“Just take a deep breath,” I hear from my coach behind me. I finally open my eyes to see a line of people waiting for the start lined up along the right side as if they were waiting for the grand opening of an amusement park. Somewhere in that crowd I knew my parents were there. In the middle stand...
Ashes to Nihilism
Aaron Boyd, Senior Contributor
December 7, 2015
I suppose I should start at the beginning - or now, given that time and my life have been as unchanging as the barren landscape I walk. I’ve been on this pilgrimage as long as I’ve had a will to live, walking ever forward. As long as I’ve walked, the land has remained the same. There is no day or ni...