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

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334 .mmmmm Kelly Fyfe '81

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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

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Jayme Hyde TIME The enemy of all things. It weathers stone, Bites Steel, Turns mountains to dust. It creates life, watches over it, and finally claims it, To start again. But what is time? Little numbers on a dial, That we live by, work by, play by, love by. It hangs over my head now, telling me to hurry on, To leave you and your happiness, and go back into the blind fate of life. Won t it leave me alone for a minute? But no, I must go on, to work alone once again. I must leave, I hear time calling. Anonymous Timmy Yaccarino '81 335