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

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Somethingis Gone Youtve come home, but for how long? Seems that I dont trust you anymore. I still care, you know I do, IIII still be here, but Somethingis gone. I know I said that ltd always love you. Feelings go just as they came, like the rain. Somethingis gone. How can you say that I lied to you, When youtre the one who packed and went away? I know it hurts to say, Something's gone. Lori Bonifitto 81 Danielle She came here from the coast, somewhere in Jersey, Where she lived a school girls life and dIant like the role. She packed her bags, erw across the sea, Willing to risk it all, on a lonely dream. She was told about this place. People were waiting. They spoke in a different way. How she loved the slang. She wasnit concerned about seeing the sights, Seeking another means, to spend her nights. Out on a quiet road I saw her for the first time. I was thinking about my life When I saw her there. She said, Hi, my names Danielle. And I don't know why, but Something about her innocence made me want to die I took her to the shore. The beach was empty. I could feel it happening Like so many years ago. Seems as if I fell in love with just a baby. She said, I won't let you down . . . You treat me just the same. She came here from the coast, somewhere in Jersey. A world that seems so far away, now that shets gone. When I think of Danielle, I try not to cry. We knew it was forever, when we said good-bye. Lori Bonfitto 81 A SILENT LEAVING AND A SECRET HOPE It's funny but I donit remember you leaving. Looking back, it seems you just slipped through my finge I thought you were wrapped in my loving arms forever, But unknown to me, You quietly pried loose. And now as I watch you place the ring on her finger, I wonder if your love will last forever. Slowly, I whisper to myself, I hope so. Loretha Blank I80 332

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A cluttered mind's an empty place; The brain is never quite all used. In fact - much of its abused, Or just forgotten. Man is deceived by a brain thatts Itfull. Not I. I just assume That in my mind there's always room For you. Steve Kiessling t80 ODE TO MY BRAIN CELLS As I was running heading drills a thought occurred to me. While improving my soccer skills, my brain cells; some did flee. You see those little fellers Floating in my head While performing mitosis were dying; some were dead. The shock of panelled leather pounding on my skull, Was killing off my brain cells My senses; they grew duII. My limbs they did grow heavy as millions bit the dust, My breathing did grow heavy; My eyes I did not trust. I then began to worry As 10,000,000 bought the farm. Can killing brain cells hurt me? Can heading do me harm? My head, it does grow light Billions croaked, as it is said, Heading I fear can hurt me, Itm sure I'll soon be dead. So I leave you with this warning, As I fade away, To those who value brain cells, From heading stay away. Alex Berg '82

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THE SEA We live by it. And around it. And in it. It sweeps us up in its crescendo. It raises us up, Then suddenly drops us, To be broken and scattered on the shore. ..... but a few survive. Those who stay as cold and heartless as the sea herself, Never experiencing fun, or joy, or love; But never being hurt when love suddenly leaves, or the fun is over, or joy has stopped. ..... which is better? Should we live for today's love, blind about the next moment, Or the direction of the current? Or should we ride on, always cold and alone? ..... which is better? Anonymous Walking through my garden Looking in a green life and What is to be found on its Different soils. So many flowers to choose from - Some so alone, Others taken away by the brightness, By those few suns who shine through To them each day. Canit you feel the one you want? Find the one you want! Walking with your eyes closed, Is it really that hard to see? To feel the one that would always please me. Walking, not seeing what flows ahead. Stumbling on something new, beautifull e A rose. Can't see it, just feel its glow Running through you. You dont know what to say, But you would much rather Stay than go To make an impression Turnin' insides on the outside. To show what you are Prove what you have to stand for. Life just has to flow. I must go - Trying so hard To love a rose that lives in the snow. I feel so cold! David Nahan '82 Lisa O'Connell '82 AWAKEN Rising to an early sunshine - Feeling the flow, that pure energy above. Eyeing the grass, so green - Thick with all its earthly scents. Touch the flower, the fragile beauty, Bursting with love. A little plant - A little life. Growing up to the full beauty it is. Sense the cooling breeze, Combing through a warming sun, Settling into the trees, With a unique silence all its own. Watch as the world comes alive To the sounds of dawn. So happy in a peaceful world All our own. Made for us, given to us. What a truely beautiful gift. The supreme gift, The gift of life. Awaken to this world all your own. Awaken your heart and soul To the supreme throne. Awaken to the beauty you live in. David Nahan '82 333