Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

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THE BEACH Walking along the deserted dunes, A place of nature’s unchanging runes, Telling me of things known long ago, Sensing, feeling life’s ebb and flow. The waves carressing, cleansing the land, Constant, unwavering in their rush to the sand. The water, the life, of Mother Ocean, The rumble, the crash, eternal motion. The taking, the giving, of a beach that wheezes When everything is shifted, patted by breezes, Dancing along the shoreline having some fun Playing with the mid-afternoon sun. A crab scurries toward the reef, Like a wind driven, grounded sycamore leaf. The gull’s morning hunger dive in its wake, Their delicate shells, the gulls try to break. But the sea extends her arms of water To shield the crab and thus has taught her, To retreat to the haven of the waves, When everything else will not try to save Its life from being snatched away. The jetties stand high, rocks interlocked Standing defiant they seem to mock The omnipotent, unceasing sea, But she knows her power and laughs with glee. Scattered about lay her jewelry of shells, Jumping and clattering like the pealing of bells, Along with the music of the wind. And so I walk along my beach Despising the people who would breech The peace, the beauty within my reach. Donna Brownsey Nine

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Wax Sculpture By Kimberly Yultman HANDS Hands are objects of wonder Generously two per person Sometimes sadly one Perhaps none Communicating, representing good or evil Forming various sensations between two or more people A message of love or friendship Tormented or sorrowful Hanging limp at one’s side Torturing, producing unbearable pain and unnecessary suffering A sign of hatred and crime. More often, understanding and Sympathetic caresses One belonging to man The other to woman Revealing emotions — feelings of love between one another Hand on hand Fingertip to fingertip. Kimberly Yulsman Eight

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