New Castle Chrysler High School - Rosennial Yearbook (New Castle, IN)

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art by Derrick Manor There was this man by Rob Stonerock There was this man lying in the road I was walking down. I came to him and ordered him to move. He did not. I asked him if he was injured. He was not. So I kicked him. I did this because he distracted me and made me angry. I had forgotten where I was going. I thought for a moment about my actions and moved to apologize, but I became embarrassed. So I kicked him again. or Joe by Robin Neal or Joe came up from georgia Just to see if he could find me and when I saw his face, Lord, if it didn ' t stir up memories. He just looked at me sideways with that lazy grin of his. Remember me ol ' buddy? were the first words from his lips. Well, I grabbed him and 1 hugged him then I slapped him on the back. I couldn ' t believe ol ' Joe was here. I was crying, (that ' s a fact.) We sat down right there on the porch to talk and reminisce. We spoke about our childhood days and of our wives and kids. I asked him in for supper, but he said he couldn ' t stay. He said he had a train to catch and must be on his way. He said I had been on his mind lately and he just had to stop by to let me know that he still cared and that old friendships never die. Courage by Beth Smith Whenever my heart is sinking low, My smile must never let it show. Whenever the skies are dull and gray My laugh must be cheerful anyway. Whenever I think I ' ll lose all hope, I must learn to live and cope. With everyday problems that may arise. That try to hide my smile or dim my skies. For each new day invites me to try. To find the courage needed to live by. i - J 24 Troian Tribune

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art by Amy Saunders Color me black by Jim Catron Oh, color me black For I ' m death and pain, And I ' m the cold Of Winter ' s freezing rain. I am the deathbed Of a thousand fold. And the suffering Of both young and old. An old woman lamenting I am the death-song. Can ' t you hear her wailing So painful and long? Oh, color me black For I ' m death and despair Because I ' m a bomb Flying toward you, through air. Life by Shane Malott Life is just a mystery it comes and goes so quick. We live our life in much confusion which sometimes makes us sick. And even though it seems so hard, we must remember why We live our life day by day, watching time go by. We must enjoy what we have now Because when the end comes no one knows Someday we ' ll wake up and see it ' s our time to go. Pacifist ' s sorrow by Douglas Hancock Remember hate, for hatred ' s sake . . It is to kill, and not to heal. One black thought leads to many . . As Death drinks her fill. The fields of man are rich and full . With the black blood of rage. As one true heart sighs its last beat in memorial to pain. j 26 Troian Tribune