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When approached at the beginning of 1986 with an idea to resurrect "OASIS", I had grave doubts that it could be done. I doubted that there would be enough interest from the teaching staff, students or community to allow it's publication. My doubts were to prove baseless and "OASIS" has been reborn.
I can do nothing but praise and thank the community for it's generous financial support, I can do nothing but praise the dedicated band of teachers, pupils and ancillary staff who have been responsible for the 1986 edition.
It is spirit, purpose and dedication such as theirs which ensures Griffith High School is one of the "greater" country High Schools.
Front Row (from left): G. Signor, C. Brickhill, M. Hillery, D. Ashford, N. Tait, M. Bruce, P. Sansom, J. McMillan
Second Row: S. Davidge, Y. Madden, D. Gardener, C. Brown, W. Chipman, J. Hurst, K. Oliver, C. Bonham, L. Williams, D. McMahon, K. Bulbert
Third Row: F. Leaver, R. Davis, S. Bramley, J. Lonergan, S Eamons, J. Mitchell, S. Kemp, P. Cox, C. Parker, C. Klinger, G. James, G. Bamford
Fourth Row: C. Mitchell, J. Sim, J. Robinson, H. Rossetto, B. Paris, P. Osborne, R. Phillips, M. Firth, P. Capetta, J. Addison, G. Tarr
Back Row: S. Harvey, D. Brown, J. Irwin, G. Bell, M. Thompson, W. McGuire, P. Wallace, K. Farrell, T. Brand
English: Mr J. Sim (Head Teacher)
History: Mr R. Phillips (Head Teacher)
Library: J. Allen
Modern Languages: Mrs G. Signor
Mathematics: Mr J. McMillan (Head Teacher)
Science: Mr G. Bamford (Head Teacher)
Social Science: Mr J. Addison
Music: Miss S. Davidge
Industrial Arts: Mr D. Ashford (Head Teacher)
Sportsmaster: Mr M. Hillery
Sportsmistress: Mrs J. Mitchell
THE TUMUT RIVER
By Alan Murray (Yr 7)
Down the beautiful Tumut forestry,
Up into the Snowy Mountains;
Long regions across the hills,
Comes Brungle.
As the Tumut River joins with
The Brungle creek,
You can feel the breeze coming
From miles away,
Then you know -
The Tumut River is near.
I LOVE OZ
By Jason Ledwidge (Yr 8)
I love this sunburnt country
Where Aussies are proud to be.
The nature, the wildlife, the animals
Are what Australians would love to see.
There's Sydney, Victoria and Tassie,
South Australia, Western Australia too,
But don't forget the Territory and Queensland
Because they are Australian true blue.
Our beaches are sandy and golden,
The forests are green and tall,
The plains are vast and rich;
Our vistas never seem to pall.
Bob Hawke is the Prime Minister of Australia
Who's working hard for our nation's pride;
With help from athletes and sportsmen
Australia is a more formidable side.
Even though Australia is still young
We are steeped in history and culture
The first to arrive were soldiers and convicts;
Since then all nations have come to venture.
Vegemite, Kraft cheese and meat pies
Along with pavlovas, billy tea and damper
We couldn't survive without these
Because they have become our traditional hamper.
DESPAIR
By Matthew Girdler (Yr 9)
The dismal sorrow of despair
Gnawing into the fabric of my mind
I wait for the happy end
Shaking with the depression of loneliness and misery
The terrifying sadness unknown to any other
Woeful with the horror of this grief
I tremble under the weight of woe
Hoping for a hasty exit
Perhaps death would be kinder to my tortured soul
Racked with fear and fright of the destruction sure to come
The dismal sorrow of despair
WHEN LIFE WAS SIMPLE
By Josie Howard (Yr 10)
Our modern day love is of city, sea and sand.
The old drover's dream was travelling the land.
We have the Blue Russian cat and Burmese frogs.
We have the Ferrari, Jag and Porche.
The drover had his reliable stock horse.
We have the latest Vogue for guideliness to fashion.
Working the land was the drover's passion.
Unmanicured nails, hide them in disgust.
A drover's hands all covered in dust.
We need our transport; cars or bus token.
The drover needs the drought to be broken.
Society creeps up on us, so we comply.
To the requests they make, we dare not deny.
The drover lives as life goes by,
Never feeling the urge to aim too high.
Our life's not that bad, we can't complain,
Though the drover would probably look on in disdain.
