Del Mar Middle School - Metamorphosis Yearbook (Tiburon, CA)

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Below the wooden castle of desolate rooms lies a man. Upon the beach he lies silently. Slowly he lifts his head. His eyes are redlfrom the salt of the sea, His hair is entwined with seaweed. His face is scarred and beaten. Crawling forward'he collapses, thefwater dripping from his tattered clothes upon the boardwalk on whichfhe lies. Morning arrives. The shipwrecked body of the man lies as before, exhausted but alive. He rises towhis knees and views his surroundings. 'Being a simple man and a poet at heart, he calls out weakly to the seagulls above. An old forgotten village, nameless, faceless, alone. He turns tolthe houses that stand bleakly isolated. 'HG speaks again facing the towering shambles that stand on the rocky cliffs. A The dark windows stare forlornly out to sea. The cold -wind blows, swinging creaking doors back and forth. Dark foreboding clouds roll slowly toward the tumble-down shacks. .A disturbed and angry sea splashes against ageless guardians rof rock, which form a sheltered cove. A He crawls upon the boardwalk, seating himself down in a protective niche, contemplating the water then murmuring this last words. The water washes around its crumbling mmorings, rocking the barnacledlboats gently. Rain falls lightly on sheet metal roofing. A d I n He falls asleep, the sea.whispering across the beach, the foam marking high tide.. Steve Pri ce I-1 .Q V or ,gl A f - 'EI 1, -7 . F l J m s Xjkib , s at 1 n I. Xie: WIGNUYKK wrv ' Basketbarlsl ' I Fast moving. . l Trp off s 'dy Catch it, Run- w Dribbling rhythm pounding on the floor. '- rl p Shoots. A A , V Up in the airy. Down court. - z s UP it goes... Qing Good. Ricky Gillin

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Siren g Spent he lay in the QOl5QD sandf Before,,, 1 . Held in the Hands'of the DQEP Dark DeepS flowing as one, with the sea hegran through the waves bu :on a Chip of balsarwood- g until he could no mares Then he lay in the-goldenrsand soaking up Strength From the Earth V until he was full picked upvhis Surfboard .and WEnth0Ht I on a sea I offgilded IRQN. Tom Becker V AMonstrous walls of water. Surging, foamihgg Speokled rwith seaweed, gThe surferVs eyes bemome large and unsteady as he stares in disbelief. dHis-stroke slows downj.he stops to reconsider, Neptune's rage pounds the'sanda Too late--the first mountain of blue and green-draws near. 'The'kelp rope I floats inpthe-semi-clear wall of-water like the sea godds-veins He rides ever the wave, Power tugs at his dangling feet, He feels alane and helpless. Small'Qhd unimportant, rSuddenly, again the sedond one-risesi He1qmickens his paeef his board slicing the Cool waters. Agaih it surges past Him, With splendid strength it breaks beyonda rHe.g1ances about the foreiqU Wilderness and wonders what he's doing out there. Steve Price