Spring 2011

Brooklyn Scruggs

Their spirits were bound down. Their freedom is still bound down

but their happiness lies in their heart.

Maddy Cauble

Only in my dreams does fate allow me to see her.

Her staggering eyes Breath taking perfume. Her mind boggling touch

Never again to pass my senses Her words serenade me

Lullaby won’t let me sleep again and again I think over and over

“L” only stands for love to me.

DJ Werner

Brenna McJunkin

The Black Mamba

Slithering down the court,

Around one, around the other,

Fast as lightning,

A shot goes up,

The clock goes off,

It’s a win!

Drey Owen

Caleb Rice

Masquerade

Another day begins but we’ll never forget our masks They protect us, shield us… The judgment can’t get in

if we wear our elaborate masks So hide yourself, your identity We think if we’re perfect

no one will question the trials, the hardships We fail to understand

that everyone has conflicts… Yet another day begins

but we’ll never forget our masks for is we did how could we ever

join the masquerade?

Chesney Reid

Pizza and Cookies!

Pizza isn’t square.

It’s only round.

That is, until,

One is found.

It looked awkward;

Yes, it did.

With all the toppings,

I needed a bib.

Then I said,

“I’ll make one better.”

I needed some dough

So I wrote a letter.

I got the dough;

It was a disaster,

But nothing compared

To my cookie batter.

Pizza is hard to make,

But cookies are not,

Or at least,

That was what I thought.

Chocolate chips

And flour and all,

My cookies would rise

High above all.

Jordan Torres

Who I Am

The girl who is afraid to hurt the ones she loves.

The person who is loved by her friends and family.

The body that has scars

from the times she has been hurt.

Who I am only I know.

Who I am

is hurt deeply inside.

Who I am is happy on the outside.

Who I am

no one know but me.

Cheyenne DeGail Johnson

Who are you? Who have you become? What happened to you?

I thought by now you’d be done.

Friends? How can we be friends when I don’t know you You claim to know me

but all I see is a stranger. A stranger, never a we.

Lies! Lies! Nothing but lies!

To me! Even to you! Nobody seems to die, but you inside. And it’s hurting you, but you still do.

I seem to recall an old friend,

but nothing like you. Her…well she’s dead.

Now a different person you’ve become.

So I ask Who are you?

Who have you become? What happened to you?

A new, dark you has begun. And I’m done.

Jacey Voris

Rachel Cobb

What Transylvania Mean to Me

So the time has come to leave this place

this place I do call home

where everyones your neighbor

and running white squirrels roam

where three hours exploring is nothing new

I’ll enjoy it all the while

and walking down that old dirt road

now it seems like it’s a mile

where I know I made friends worth making

in this big town of stone

I will never, ever forget this place,

this place I do call home.

Chesney Reid

What Transylvania Mean to Me

They asked me to tell

my story, so here it goes.

When I was little I liked

to wiggle my toes.

On the porch,

or in the grass,

when the deer would pass.

I liked to swing on the swings.

With my toes,

mom would play the three little pits.

Sometimes we would make a fire,

and collect little twigs.

I loved the fall,

when we would all,

jump in a leaf pile.

In the summer we would play in the creeks,

or maybe play hide-and-go-seek.

My birthday was always a treat,

because most times we would go to grandma’s,

which was neat.

I still love drinking out of water fountains,

and I love the mountains.

I love all my family,

no matter where in Transylvania County.

Ressie Mae Owen

Anna Carrillo

i say hello, you say goodbye was all this really jut one big lie? cuz if it is, just let me know so i can recover before i go

i guess i just thought we could be something more but i wasn’t prepared for what was in store three months of silence was finally enough for me to step in and call your bluff

now don’t get me wrong; you’re one swell guy with your determining will to reach for the sky but do you truly care? i guess i’ll never know until i say goodbye, and you say hello.

I am a basketball player.

For me, the net is too high.

I will not jump

So I must shoot to the sky.

My team is here.

Their team is there.

Joe is on Bill.

I must find my pair.

The ball comes to me.

I pass the ball away,

Hoping to get

The ball again today.

Swoosh goes the basket

As I just shoot the ball.

The ball’s in our possession

So to get the ball I must call.

I get the ball again

With ten seconds to go,

Down by one,

I make one final throw.

Jordan Torres

Go big or go home Tiger, Orange, black, Pride, Spirit

Rosman High School rocks!

Maddie Dunning

Frog

On a lily pad

The frog sits,

Lolls his limp tongue,

Rests his tired eyes

Between his front legs,

Looks up, hungry,

Shoots his long tongue

At a passing mosquito,

Blinks, then swallows;

Then he sleeps

With tummy all full,

Sleeps all afternoon

In green, slimy water.

Jeremiah Hooper

Rachel Cobb

Crackle of Leaves

Walking through the woods, I hear the crackle of the leaves,

A whistle of a dove, And squirrels barking in the distance.

They don’t see me so there must be something. Then a flash of brown and white, A crackle of the leaves, And two fawns appear.

Curious, yet weary of danger, I slowly approach.

As they twist and turn their heads, They wonder what I am.

What a wonderful day in the woods!

Jeremiah Hooper

brighTer day coffee touRist trap

pAws & claws

cardiNal

white Squirrel shoppe

fuji Yama’s

theophiLus

graVy

op tAylor’s

twiN dragons

kiwI gelato

dugAn’s pub

roCky’s

quOtations

dd bUllwinkles

elemeNts spa

main sTreet limited

three thirtY six exchange

Jennifer and Vada

“To me, the unique local shops make our county great. If we didn’t have them we’d be just another cookie cutter small town community.” –Vada- “I think what makes our county great is people working together.” –Jennifer-

Annaliese Brown

ZZ Rider

Riding in the wind, Two pointing the canter, Flicks his long tail,

Neighs, His left lead,

Cantering in the pasture, Starting the trot, Choppy, but free,

Walking at a slow pace, Swaying from side to side,

Stopping to a halt, I dismount ZZ Rider,

Walking him to his stable, Feeding him, Brushing him, Pampering him, Resting him,

Until the next ride.

Allie Whitmire

As the clouds parted

The sun shined down on us all Just to go away.

Tyler Barton

Isaiah Jones

What Transylvania County Means to Me

To all who haven’t been, Transylvania is a place of

Racing cities or quiet streams.

Although it’s country, we are still having fun

Never a dull moment

Songbirds sing come springtime

You can’t match it’s beauty

Land a trout in the French Broad

Visit a stream, or hike a trail

Also, bike riding is big here

Not going anywhere,

I can’t imagine being somewhere else

Any other place, I couldn’t call home

Chaz West

Ourselves

We are like the stars in the midnight sky, eventually we flicker and die. Some of us might shine brightly,

others not so brightly but the truth is that we all will show

some brilliant light for the others to follow. We all serve a purpose,

but this purpose depends on oneself’s ability to fulfill what we are meant for.

This is our truth.

Caleb Shugart

What Transylvania County Means to Me Brenna McJunkin Transylvania County includes the city of Brevard, the town of Rosman, Pisgah Forest, Penrose, and Toxaway. It has been named The Land of the Waterfalls and the home of the white squirrel but when I think about it, I think of home, beauty, the mountains, and the history that took place here. It is a special place to me because I have been here all of my life. First, I think of Transylvania County as my home because I was born and I am being raised in this county. My house is here and my family is here so it is easy to call it my home. My family has been here for years and they have also grownup here. I have gone to elementary, middle, and high school here so this county has raised me and it is all I have ever known. Secondly, I think of Transylvania County as a beautiful place. From the Blue Ridge Parkway to the waterfalls in the forest, we have been so blessed with the beauty of our home. When you go on a hike or see tourists on the street, it never fails that you hear someone talking about what a beautiful county we have. Lots of times, if you talk to these tourists they will tell you that they came here to see the waterfalls or to go hiking on the Parkway. I think lots of times we take this county for granted and we don’t realize how lucky we are to live here. Next, when I think about Transylvania County, I think of the mountains. Wherever you are in the county you are always reminded of the mountains. Whatever time of year it is, you see the beauty of them whether it’s in the spring when the trees are getting their new green color, the summer when the blossoms are blooming on them, the fall when the leaves are changing colors, or the winter when there is snow hanging off of them. It is amazing how the mountains contribute to our county’s beauty. Finally, Transylvania County is important for the history it holds. It is amazing to think that Rosman used to be the big town in the county because of its tanning company, wood yards, and saw mills. These were all very important places for our grandparents and great-grandparents. Also bluegrass was played and sang a lot in this county, church was important and most everybody attended a church somewhere. It is amazing how times have changed four our county and how our needs and priorities are so much different than they were for our ancestors. For everyone who has grown up n Transylvania County, this county plays a very important role in our life. When you leave here to go on vacation you are able to see different counties and you see what they’re like but it is always so nice to come back home and it makes you realize what a beautiful place we have here. Living here has taught me so much about this place and I am very lucky and thankful to call this beautiful, historical county my home.

Colby McAlister

You push your way through the crowd You push and push your own way out, but when you think you’re to the end,

The road comes to another bend.

it’s hard, it’s rough, it’s so, so tough,

is it really worth the pain, You’re sick and tired of the games.

You’re cold and scared,

and everything you can’t bear. It’s the fear of being alone

it’s like your heart you don’t even own.

But you are not the only one, Everyone’s begun, begun this journey, this journey to see.

You push your way through the crowd, you push and push your own way out,

you will get there eventually, eventually you’ll see.

Jayce Voris

My knight in shining armor has never appeared, But all of these jokers Ones I’ve once deared. They’d be of the false one Riding away, snatching me up, As they ride into the sun. And even though they cared the least bit They were comforting, Until reality hit. Eventually they’d leave, Leaving me behind, Laughing as they said goodbye. And there I would be, Standing all alone, Not knowing me. And here I still am Waiting for him to appear, Forgetting the lion, being a lamb. But I know he’ll come, Like the sun will always rise, Someday, someday, my knight will come. Jacey Voris

What’s The Point?

What’s the point of breathing

When you don’t have friends.

What’s the point of loving

When you don’t have someone there

What’s the point of smiling

When you have nothing to smile about.

What’s the point of living

When your alone.

What’s the point?

Megan Leigh Shugart

The Truth Revealed

Though you are beautiful, I have found that your beauty is only a mask to hide the hideous truth

within your heart and mind. The truth reveals itself.

You are twisted, corrupt and dark. I find that although this darkness is in itself beautiful it is, as always,

a horrible thing. Caleb Shugart

Ashley Crane

Personal Wars

All give some, some give all Inside ourselves everyday we fight a war.

We kill ourselves slowly day by day hour by hour, minute by minute

We fall slowly plummeting to earth. Falling a little more each time.

As we see the bright light

above we look to people around us, all we see, sadness and pain.

Our personal wars consume us.

A giant black hole underneath us. Sucking us into its depths.

When will we see the light again?

Hell burning down below, but Heaven above shining through.

Bringing us to its light Lifting us higher and higher.

Let us believe

in Heaven and Hell. May our personal Wars end. Let us live in poverty

And sadness no more.

As we fight to climb higher and Higher we’re dragged down. The Pull seeming stronger. As we fight

Our own personal wars.

Amanda Rumple

Dominique Summerall

When Sadness Comes Times like today, I turn my back to everything. I shun the world. Lock myself in myself. I dream though I am awake. bad dreams, terrible dreams. Sometimes I see myself falling, falling, falling into a dark abyss nobody understands but everyone has been in. This is where I stay, on most days. Days I am sad, or tired, or usually just lonely. Sometimes, all three. I feel cold though it may be mid-July, and my eyes become heavy. The clouds cry with me. They shed tears of ice and block the sun. It gets dark early, and night comes. The dark, dreary, evil hand of Sadness takes hold of my sagging shoulder. He comforts me on these days. The evermore tear streaked face reminds me of my own. I cry, and rely on Sadness to dry my tears with his we hand. These days bring Sorrow home. He comes into my house with no invitation, and crawls into my bed with his shoes still on. Aly Pagano

Jacqui Hoxit

Shadow Weavers

I weave these shadows together. The shadows I call my own. They form this life I share with them. These shadows are a forgotten past haunted present changing future They depend on my I depend on them It’s a mutual dependence I share. The shadows surround us all as we weave them for ourselves. Maybe some avoid them. Others delve into their own. I prefer to control my own past, present, and future. The shadow weavers are ourselves. Maybe you, yourself will have a good future. It depends on how you weave your shadows. Now go and move them for the better. I await the results of my own. This is life.

Caleb Shugart

Angels on Earth

You look into their eyes and you know you love them

they are your angel your angel on earth.

You wonder how they came

to be your angel The angels are our friends

angels on earth.

Megan Shugart

Love

It wants to heal you

But at many times

It may seem that it wants to kill you

You want to have it around

For rainy days and of course

When you’re feeling down

Everyone has felt love

At least once in their lives

It reminds many of heaven above

Sometimes it comes down like a dove

Yet at other times it feels like darks clouds hovering above

Yet we all want to feel it

Because we all want to be loved

Tiesha Pressley

Monster! I run; it chases me. Everywhere I go it follows. It creeps up on me at night. It calls my name and reminds me of the things I have done. It lingers around me. Its cold, dead fingers wrap around my ankles, like a ball and chain. It holds me in place. Its claws penetrate my skin. Its voice, a dark husky growl that comes from the depth of its soul, calls out to me. I try to cover my ears but I can still hear that voice. It s breath, with the stench of thousands of dead corpses, burns my nose and makes my eyes water. You may ask what this horrible monster is…This monster is the horrors of the past and the terrors and suspense of the future. Ari Reid

Brooklyn Scruggs

What Transylvania Means to Me

TTTTrees provide the freshest air available,

RRRRosman schools are the best around,

AAAAnd no others can match its education,

NNNNo place matches its beauty,

SSSSo many beautiful sights.

YYYYou will not want to leave,

LLLLand of the Waterfalls,

VVVVilla for white squirrels,

AAAAn awesome place tourists love visiting,

NNNNight skies looking at the stars,

I I I I love this place,

AAAAnd could not ask to live anywhere else.

Dakota Withrow

The King

Standing on the hardwood, Ball goes up and down. A quick jerk On the move, Crossover, crossover, Take off, Soaring through the air, Higher, higher, Ball in hand, Ball in hoop, The king has arrived.

Drey Owen

Summer cicadas, cry their hollowed screams throughout,

How come so tortured?

Hailey Siniard

Brooklyn Scruggs

Savannah Jamerson

Who Am I?

Who am I? I am nothing. I am undefined. I am a hollow shell, I don’t stand for anything, I can’t be my own person. I bend and I sway to others wills. I don’t fight back. Who am I? I try to be myself, but what is that? I don’t know how to be myself. I am confused and alone in this world of people who know who they are and what they stand for. I am just the girl next door, no depth, no soul, no life of her own. Afraid to be anything I try to be something I’m not, but how do I know that I am not that something when I am nothing at all. Who am I? Right now, I am nothing till someone defines me. Ari Reid

Allison Hawkins

Isaiah Jones

What Transylvania Mean to Me

Transylvania County has always been a safe haven to me. It is my home. It’s where I was raised, where I

learned many life lessons, and where I will leave my legacy.

Everyone native to “The Land of the Waterfalls” seems to know each other as friends. We show respect for all

those here, and help those in need. No matter what the problem there always seems to be someone to lean on. There’s

always a friend to pull you out of the rut you’re in no matter how deep.

Many a kind of people live here, ranging from dedicated teachers to hardworking farmers, and everyone in

between. We all depend on these people for support. We depend on the teachers to provide us with the knowledge

needed for life outside of this home. We depend on the farmers to provide us with food, and sustenance so we can go

another day doing the things needed for this county.

Though many people can not wait to leave this place, the day I do will be the day a large piece of myself is

ripped away. With people with hearts as clear as the waterfalls that give this county its nickname, who can truly say

they hate this place. It is a place of security for many who live here and I foresee this for the next 150 years.

Jared Voris

All This Time?

All this time, I spend not liking him Anymore. I convince myself I was caught up, Caught up in fulfilling the Middle school crave, Love. All this time, I work to ignore him. I try to forget all the dreams, of us, of him. All this time, I’ve told myself I don’t like him But through all that, Have I, All this time, Loved him?

Alyson Rose Pagano

Charity Aiken

School is a puzzle

School is a puzzle

Where everyone has to fit

We all have a place

A place to fit in

If not here then there

But say, where do I fit

With the ones in sports

Or the ones into books

Or maybe just the ones who accept me

Because the school is a puzzle

Where do I fit

Tiesha Pressley

Teardrops

Teardrops falling away teardrops dropping off your face.

You have your hands covering your eyes,

hoping no one can see you. You hide in the dark

afraid to let anyone help. No one can see the teardrops.

Megan Leigh Shugart

Sarah Chapman