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

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JoAnne Annecharico '80 LETTING GO Like a parent hovering over her child, The snow sits motionless, Not allowing the unprotected earth to show, For it is like a naked youngster, Not exposed to reality. Unaware of hatred. So the snow grasps the earth, Not letting debris fall, Upon the delicate soil. Like a mother clutches her child, Not letting cruelity touch, the innocent skin. But when the time comes, The snow melts, And the mother releases. Both permit their children to form, Their own protection, Their own independence. And in return Receive everlasting love. Robin Siutsky ,80 A Child's Happiness He runs along the beach without a care in the world. He enjoys being chased by the ocean waves. He loves rolling in the sand until he is completely covered. He is fascinated by the shells that he discovers. He is content with simple, beautiful things. Wendy Todres '81 Howard Slater '81

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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

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Sassoon jeans, Bass shoes, 14 karat gold. Going out with John Smith, t21 years oldi. Feathered hair, C'naturally blond i, designer framed glasses. Strutting down the hall to her level 1 classes. Oh hi Jim! Hi Joe! she says, tquite phoneyi, I'm having a super party tonight. tinvitation onlyi. Oh Sally! Sally! Did you hear? You're really going to flip! , she says and then goes on with her detailed gossip. Her diamonds glisten brilliantly as she walks on, This girl who we all envy, the girl who's never wrong. Oh what shall I wear tonight? is what she's thinking of, This girl the guys are always after, This girl who Is above . all the other low life in their faded jeans and shoes, and other such clothing which is far from being news. And we all try our hardest to get up there . But we know we'll never make it. so we just try not to care. Lori Huntowski '82 THE FO HGOTTEN WOMAN She sat there . . . The old lady. Her hair no longer golden, Her skin like dirt, Dried from the sun, Thirsty for moisture, It once possessed. Years have stolen her youth. Even the chair In which she rocks, shows signs of constant use. She is reaching out to God, So heaven may swallow her. For being alive and lonely. ls worse than being dead. No one cares or remembers- The happiness she brought . . . The smiles she smiled . . . The sacrifices she made . . . They do not remember- And as she rises to heaven She peers down on her chair, In which she rocked, And she remembers. Robin Slutsky '80 Love- a game two pawns in a struggle to win the prize of peace and contentment. Kathy Basso '80 337