Ocean Township High School - Sandpiper Yearbook (Oakhurst, NJ)

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. wrong with you, man? :t what you've done! almost at the finish line, -t you've just begun. . wrong with you, man? to all you can hear. cabies crying, and babies dying, open up your ears. on, man! what's wrong with you? the world you've made. ounds than you can ever heal, e and dig your grave. Lori Bonfitto ,81 Is necessity the .mother of invention or was invention a testtube baby? Anonymous Robert Blenden 1N7 ,rViINH AMT um MW Fm i.gmi iNi Pit

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DOVE OF FREEDOM Today the Freedom Bird flies my way. She lands and covers me with her snow-white wings and whispers sweet words of wisdom to me. And as she speaks, I reach out to touch her. And then . . . I'm - there . . . in a world of true life. The beings of this world live in their snow-white village, which Is surely a sign of purity. As I watched these beings study their martial arts, I realized they were not studying for seIf-defense or any other violent inten- tions, for the thoughts of these beings were concerned with the conditioning of their bodies, their souls, and for peace of mind. Here, there was no need for seIf-defense. The beings here were in pursuit of constructive goals, with positive thoughts to guide them. They learned from life that to live is to seek spiritual fulfillment, instead of surrendering to unhappiness. I asked the dove of freedom, Why is one's life so meaningful and beautiful here? She ruffled her wings and said unto me: Your world is little more than a stage, as one of your number so wisely once put it. You, man, is but an actor upon life. Is it not true that one man may characterize many others? A true man Is one who knows himseif, and judges others for what they are, not because of race. My people live here In harmony, for this is truest life. So I ask again the dove of all manis wisdom: Is it possible for me to stay? And the dove of freedom repiied softiy: So sorry, my friend, but your world is of harsh realities, and so you must return. Put to use that which you have seen and heard, for it can make you truIy a happy man. And with a touch of her silvery snow-white wing . . . I am here, back in school again. But seeing things quite differently. John Salgado .9 E E on o. 3 o. n o I:

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You and our happiness create a special kind of day for me - the type of day that flows by me, as in a dream. I haven't earned my wings quite yet, so instead of flying, I can only float; but even thatts enough to carry me through the day, until I must abruptly return to the coldness of reality. I leave my fantasy world well behind me, as I trudge to work or school, where responsibility awaits me with open arms. I putter around, as in a daze, not will- ing to surrender the reverie which surrounds me, until reality, in all its harshness, hits me squarely between the eyes, and I have no choice but to watch my once-soaring spirit take a nose dive. Loretha Blank '80 Howard Slater '81 Haiku Time flows by swiftly; As we go on with our deeds, We get older yet. Jennifer Sacks '82 Little Brother When you smile you are so beautiful; I love you more than anything. When I'm with you my life is complete; but I want you to understand someday I will have to leave you. I want you to know the joy of giving, caring, sharing, and loving. I want life to be good to you, and make you happy. I want you to always trust me, believe in me, and know I care. I want you to know I will always love you. Dona Carletto '80 The Old Woman and the Child Daily they can be seen walking the welI-worn path through the blossoming parke the sIow-walking, fast-talking, graying old woman and the lively romping boychild. She travels slowly along the trail, Her mouth constantly moving, oblivious to her surroundings. She rambles on, proudly spilling her life for the child to hear. He tries his hardest to walk beside her, Politely listening to her stories, Until he can contain himself no longer. He bolts away, Not because he is tired of her mutterings, But he aches to explore- a baby's cry, a patch of budding daisies, or a lone mutt wandering through the foliage. Only then does her mouth close, Waiting for the boy's return. Her mind begins to ponder their friendship. He Is shy of her still, Not yet having learned how to act with one her age. He stays silent, only speaking when spoken to. She talks enough for both of them- dominating him- The gap in their ages not affecting her. But one thing about the boy bewilders her; Although he won't speak of his adventures, He blurts out I love you with every breath he takese enthusiastically, easily. Her doubts in his words have long since disappeared, Still her experiences have cautioned her; She holds her emotions back- even from the child. She does not e can not e speak her feelings. She can only trust that in time the child will learn to find love in her sparkling eyes, her dazzling smile, and her tenderly spoken words. One day it is surprising to hear the young child telling of his adventures in Alabama, As the pair slowly disappear along the trail. She smiles and when he is finished, Softly whispers I love you . He returns her smile and gives her a quick hug before he runs off to exploree a baby's cry, a patch of budding daisies, or a lone mutt wandering through the foliage. Loretha Blank '80