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

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by Milli Lodge ;i |Ssiia :; ; ■;:.:.; : -: ' ' 1 Untitled by Tara Shallenberger Two trapped oxygens met by the chance of a balloon. They drifted up to the sky. The balloon popped and set them free. Now they share space. by Allen Blankenship Trojan Trib une C.i

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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

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art by Tacey West There are many hills to climb by Matt Griner There are many hill to climb; Many troubles there are to bear. There are many foes to conquer- In the race of life. It matters not if you ' re bigger or better, If you ' re not prepared you ' ll fail. But, if you are ready from the start You certainly will PREVAIL. For my mother by Robyn Neal A young girl full of dreams — that was you, mother. Serious and beautiful. So young — so old, with a heavy responsibility. Those stories you tell me — I don ' t take them for granted. I know the girl you were. She ' s such a good friend of mine. (You ' re so real to me.) Now here I am — a part of you. So much like you. No mother, I am not ashamed. Believe me. 1 too, have far-seeing eyes. I know what you feel. It was you who gave me life and a love for many things. You taught me the value of words written on pages. I know the joy of holding a pen in my own hand. You gave me the love of mountains and people and music. Because of you I cherish old trunks and pictures and memories. It ' s an inheritance straight from you, mother, and I wouldn ' t want it any other way. Forgive me for not saying Thank you . Forgive me for not saying I love you . Because I do thank you and I do love you . . . more than vou will ever know. ' Dustin Lee by Trina Downs No one understands just how much I care for him; how much I love him with all my heart. , r- j t Since he came into my life, it hasn ' t been the same. I remember the first day 1 saw him, lying in his bassinet. His little red head proved to me that I could possibly learn to love him. Was I ever right! I haven ' t stopped loving him since. Around the first of the year, my family and I received a foster child into our home. At the time, we didn ' t know that someday we could adopt him. But now the time has come, and my family is excited and has never been better. The atmosphere around my house has changed, maybe because so much love is shown now than ever before. That baby is lucky to have my parents. I just hope that he learns to appreciate them like I have learned to do. One special thing I remember is the day my mother told me that Dustin Lee was going to be my baby brother. I picked him up into my arms and cried. I hope that someday, when he has a child, it will be as beautiful and unforgettable as he is. 2o Trojan Tribune