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

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Solitude nding in solitude - is hypnotized the flowing movement he curtains wing gently in the breeze. DEAR ANGEL When we first met I knew You were special Maybe it was the way You looked at me or maybe that smile You always talked of Her Her special look Her special way And I listened with envy We became closer with each passing day You told me I was special a unique friend someone You loved more than anyone and You always talked of Her and I listened with curiosity You were not content with what we had You wanted a different love - afternoon sun warms her it filters softly ugh the thin cloth - a shadow faIIs ntly on the .floor behind her. - is at peace . wishes that this quiet moment last forever. Tanya Klein '80 I sit here in my faded Ievis with my sneakers kicked off and my hair falling upon my face. James Taylor sings to me as i sketch the plant which hangs upon the ceiling. My eyes begin to wander and fall upon my shelves which hold my memories of yesterday and hopes of tomorrow. I can hear the rain lightly patting the roof and wandering to the window pane. My mind begins to think of the past and dream of the future I sit here so 002in on my patchwork quilt and though I am alone, I am not lonely I'm in my very own world, something no one can take away from me, something that keeps me company when no one is there for me. I love this world, but will return to the other with its challenges and adventures But for now I'll just sing with James Taylor and finish my sketch of the plant which hangs upon the ceiling. Lori Huntowski '82 Dana Acerra 80 A different caring I was confused, resistant But I did not want to lose You So I gave You what You asked of me And we shared love, laughter. joy Yet still You talked of Her and I listened with understanding And then came the day You said it wasn't right That we had to return to the original love The original caring And You talked of her While I listened with tears You asked me for my friendship my understanding my support But you were so far away I couldn't reach You You were beyond my grasp While You talked of Her And forced me to listen You told me You felt empty inside And asked me IIWhy? But I could not answer Fury filled You You thought I held the answers the security the support But I didn't, I couldn't For You had taken my heart, I was empty I was cold And still You talked of Her . .. Lori Huntowski '82

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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

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