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Show lit? Sun Advocate fewl Section B Tuesday, May IQ, 1300 - an artful mind sees the world differently The poet Brian Merrill 4Y Jewett Ingram r ' p ? q ii : Paige Petersen Kristin Lemon MONEY TALKING Being a racehorse, I have less care than man. For it is only because of man that am. Instinct is the only reason that desire to live, for I used to be an animal of solitary THE CUE I I survival. Now, man has a greater desire for my survival than I. I am an item of big business and the source of Kentucky scandal. I am scarlet oil on a palette of bluegrass. As man trains me and turns me into the object of his design, live and die with no purpose I of my own. Essentially an animated lightning bolt bound by a money clip. The first annual Young Writers Workshop and Poetry Competition, for Carbon and East Carbon high school students was the catalyst for producing good poems and a group of budding young authors. The results surprised some of the first time authors. The 30 workshop participants, 21 from Carbon and nine from East Carbon high schools, were selected from a larger group of students who submitted poems in English classes. Teachers read the poems and chose the group of 30 to work with Dr. Lynn Langer Meeks, writing consultant to Carbon County School District, Judy Mainord, Chapter I supervisor, said. The workshop lasted one day. They worked with Dr. Meeks during the morning and spent the afternoon writing poetry in a supervised situation, Mainord said. First, second and third place winners were selected from the group along with four poems that received honorable mention. The three first place winners got plaques and all participants got certificates. There were with the name of the workshop for those who wanted them. Student comments were as revealing as their poems. I never knew I could write poetry, one student said. Another commented, I was surprised the morning went by so fast, I guess it was because writing poetry is a lot of fun. It wasnt as boring as I thought it would be. I wish there could be more workshops with Dr. Meeks. If there were two each month I could expand on what Dr. Meeks taught us. I was suprised writing poetry was so easy. Working with Mainord and Meeks were Amy Kohlmeier, Kristen Taylor and Karen Poloni, teachers at Carbon High School. The cue ball hits the others With the crashing force of his fury His tricks and styles Keep our eyes transfixed. Every shot is perfectly aimed For the pocket it's assigned. He banks and backspins, Scratches, calls, And wins, With a slop shot. Keith Robinson rts SPEECH Vocal variety, Facial expressions, acting and clarity gestures, and oratory Superior, excellent, fair, poor Humor, drama, impromptu, extemp Eye contact, memory, posture, and grace Competing, judges, trophy, 1st PLACE!! "BAN BOOK BANS" They silence 'we the people. through the books they ban. They gag our mouths, and sever our writing hand We express our feeling, in our stories and poems. The thoughts that are expressed, are ours and ours alone. yours and others, thoughts do differ, You don't ban the book, or send it through the shredder If You should let the reader be the judge. Our forefathers fought for this right and paid with their blood. Mark ODYSSEUS His mind is like an owl's. Wise. He advises his men, To escape on the underside of goats. SO PAINFUL IS THE LOVE THAT HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY Brave is he. Freeing Prometheus, Against the will of Zeus. Love-whis it? wish I knew. When people speak of Love, They say how wonderful it is, They never say just how cruel it can be. I. too, used to speak of Love like that, Then Love took from me the inly one Ive ever loved Now feel an empty space inside, One that can only be filled By the love of a hazel eyed young girl. So painful is the love that has been taken away. A pain that can be imagined only by those who have experie Strong are his loins. He bends a bow effortlessly, And kills his prey. I I Love is my life, Yet my life has no love. WHY CANT I The night is calm, silent The azure waves hypnotize They beat in rhythm, against the warm sand, over and over again. The cool, gentle breeze sweeps me along, as a listless twig, lost in mid His will is like iron. Resisting ALWAYS FEEL THIS WAY? Circe, air. Rays of scarlet explode, from the setting sun, And the Sirens. He is always the victor. Defeating Poseidon, reaching Ithaca, Penelope again by his side. lighting each step I take. My mind flows freely, in all the earth's taking beauty. have no cares, only to appreciate my surroundings. True happiness everlasting peace, have found. Why cant always feel this way? I legend, a myth, a hero. I dream of him, Odysseus. A Why then do I choose to live? Could it be that the perils of love are worth the fortune? Or is it that this space inside yearns so greatly for her love, That it makes me believe that she will fill that space once again? I --- Jewett Ingram I Paige Petersen Kristin Lemon Byrge |