OIL CITY HIGH SCHOOL

A Poem by: Corrine (Carter) Filipowski

Used with permission

Corrine graduated from Oil City High School in 1985. 

Professionally printed copies of this poem may be purchased

at the Transit Building Art Gallery.

 
Our memories of days spent here will live
In our hearts forever.  Who could forget the
Laughter and the gossip echoing through the halls?

 
Careers and families may have led us all
In different directions over the years, but during the
Times when we are together again, the
Years just seem to melt away.

 
How easy it is to talk with friends about
It all: the dates we had, the cars we drove, the football
Games we won and lost, and the pranks we pulled.
Hours pass like minutes as we laugh together about it all.

 
Sometimes when we reminisce it seems impossible to
Comprehend that so many years
Have passed since we walked those halls.  It seems like
Only yesterday we were young and carefree.  Our
Only worries then were how we looked and who was
Looking at us.  No wonder we still love O. C. H. S.