Center Point High School - Pointer Yearbook (Center Point, IA)

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SOMEBODY'S MOTHER Craig James Always working, she is accustomed to the realization that she won't always get the respect and the admiration she deserves. She goes about her everyday routine that seems so boring and tedious, yet she actually seems to enjoy it. Then again, maybe she has learned what so many of us haven't: that she is just a person who trys and works and knows what to expect, knowing that she'll never be a queen, but that she'll only be appreciated sometimes, by those close to her, and that she'll always be a mother, loved by a few, but necessary for those few who love her. MUSIN G Sue Lown Walk alone on A brisk autumn day. Brown and gold leaves Cover the cold, frozen ground. Ice covered creeks and streams, Sadness covers the ground Along with the quickly turning Brown grass. Alone now . . . He's gone away 'tFor good, this time, he said. Why does it seem, everytime I'm the one that chases them away. I don't mean to, I'm just trying to protect myself From being hurt again. So as the beautiful leaves fall, I'll just walk alone On a brisk autumn day. HEAVENLY THOUGHTS Craig James G O D Heavenly Thoughts l o u d piercing bells, a dis- tinguished voice heard over others, the old but wise words he bestows Men and women sing as an organ plays the melody. The last word of an inspirational story ends. The sound of music, and voices once again start. The end for one day has come. A man acknowledges goodbyes . . . . . . . the doors C1059 An ' empty place once again. ALFRED Gary McNeal He was an old, stout man with whiskers that were as white as new fallen snow. He lived all by himself in a one room shack in the mountains and the only time he would come into town was to get groceries. If someone would say something to him he would say, Bah, the weather is fine for rats. Or maybe he would say, Good day for what? 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Doing as her nature says, Her face is solemn, Maybe scared, But then she recognizes, She knows who it is, Her blue eyes turn bright, And her smile lights up, She's moving as a bird, Quickly and almost without thought. That's the way she is, That's the way she'll always be To me. REACTION Jody Ashlock Hanging suspended in the void I felt secure But suddenly in the distance I saw a light. And as I watched it, it grew in intensity till finally, that light became so bright it pierced my shield and blew my little world apart Now I wander endlessly in the void.

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DAY'S END Kathy Stauffer The bright orange red sun sunk farther and farther into the horizon. The sky looked as if it had burst into flames. The mild breeze which was blowing caused the lake waters to rush to shore in small waves. The sound of the waters lapping against the rocks was like a drummer beating in a uniformed rhythm. The smell in the air was fresh as if the world had just been bathed. Peace was in hand. ,ff lrl this l THE TREE Sue Lown As majestic as the holy king sitting upright Towering over the grass, protecting it with his gathered arms. Needing to reach out and take in, Yet being content with his findings, needing nothing more. Casting an eerie shadow on this magnificent flower of the earth. The sun is going down leaving his holy majesty to rest until morning awakens the earth. I WISH Julie Hannen I wish the earth would open up and let me become a real part of nature. Nature is so natural and easy to get along with I would nudge the spring flowers And summer grass up through the soft, moist earth. CHANGING SEASONS Cindy Bauserman I used to sit each night and watch its small green clusters of leaves catch the evening breeze as the light from the yardlight danced upon them in changing patterns. For hours I would sit in con- templating. My hostilities and sorrows fell with its leaves in the autumn, soon to be buried and forgotten under a blanket of fresh whiteness. I grew strong and hoped with it in the spring as it burst into new life. I talked to it in unspoken language, and it answered me in smooth soft whispers in the wind. It was my friend and consola- tion. Now I sit and stare at its bare, lifeless body. They have wrenched out its arms. Broken fingers lay scattered on the ground. MEMORIES Kathy Stauffer . . . I love you, too. It will be great this summer when we are married. Remember, only two children of our own, but we'll adopt at least six. We will live on a farm with lots of space, trees, and flowers. My mama is welcome anytime as long as she doesn't stay longer than three days at a time . . . I remember this conversation well. He and I, the only ones that mattered. But now I am alone. He took that big bird overseas, dress- ed in full uniform and returned in a box. THE CROSS Rich Heitman I feel it against my chest, It lays there to rest The chain which makes it hold Is shiny and a little cold. The cross is what it is. He died on it, it's His. But right now it's on my chest I can feel it where it's pressed. It's cold and gold and a little small, But with it on, I feel real tall. It will stay on my neck forever, To take it off, I would never For it means the love so trueg His love for me, His love for you. MY VISIT J ullie Hannen Eight or ten old women in a half-circle, watching a portable T.V. Each eye turns our way as we enter, eyes starved for understanding. They look at the goodies we bring. My friend takes some to her great- grandmother, and kneels at her side. Do you remember me, Grand- ma? Those eyes! I shall never forget them. Filled with a lost look, a vaguely remembering look, starting to form tears. UTO PIA Cindy Bauserman A cool fresh breeze blows across my face, caressed by the warm, gentle fingers of the sun. The trees bow around me as they lazily bend in the afternoon. Cool refreshing rushes of the stream surround my feet as I drag them through drops that have once touched unseen places. The stream talks to me as it follows its unending, unchanging path through life.

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THE DUTY OF A NAIL Judy Bauserman The duty of a nail .... infinitestimal. A body long and straight with an eternal head and wicked end. Struck as a sinner to death . . Only then its life begins. A responsibility so large For an object so small. FOREST Craig James Fall has stolen my clothes And I feel bare. Winter dresses me in white But the sun keeps undressing me. Spring is coming, Then I think I shall have a new Wardrobe and Wear it all summer. Kathy Stauffer I used to think God was a king- Sitting on a throne above everyone And Everything. But now I know that he is a king That mingles with the people. PRESENT MOOD Craig James Presently I find myself dull. My eyes are about to fall, as if someone has cut their ropes. Even as I write this, I am struggling try- ing to pull myself out of boredom and back to reality. A GOD FORSAKEN FUTURE Julie Hannen Yes, the brain that thinks out these next few thoughts is transplanted. No, it wasn't rejected by the recipient's body, it retain- ed all knowledge, and yes, it performs normally. There is just one collection of ideas that haunts it. They are the ideas that ran through this brain just before the old man died. In his wake of death, he dreamed he was in a room with doors on all sides. Each door represented happenings in his life. The strange characteristics were that: ll each event was more destructive than the last, and 21 each made the man older. Age is a strange thing, brought on by many such events. Is this brain to be transplanted again and again, only to be moon filled with such haunts as this? Is man, at death, to be cut up and handed out, piece by piece? Does man no longer have dignity in death? News Flash: Joseph Kaborsky, the recipient of a common brain transplant, died today. The cause is unknown. It sounds strange, but doctors say that the brain failed. They are conducting an autopsy to determine the exact cause. His heart, however, was in good condition, so Marie Galsworthy lives today. SECOND LOOK Cindy Bauserman As I crawled from within the void, they took my hands and pull- ed me into their world. I made the transition, marveling at how for- tunate that I be rescued from that nothingness. They proceded to show me the wonders of their world-the pride of their own advanced minds. Now I walked through their streets of ash and rubble infested with vermin and decomposing waste, and I began to wonder-now just how great is this mess to them. So I preceded to plant a small seed amongst the ash and rotting bodies. 'Slowly it pushed its way above the trash, and timidly struggled to survive. As it reached maturity it unfolded into a single tiny white blossom. Suddenly everything stopped, turned, and advanced upon it. Confused, then hostile, they wrenched it up and cast in into the void. I turned and followed it. INCONSISTENCY Richard Heitman Compassion, what a joke A word describing kind Whoever gave the term to man Must have been out of his mind. Man has no kindness He's superior in no way For he kills all animals in the forest He kills himself everyday. Not with guns or swords But with actions and words He will turn around and kick the man behind He will tortune even his own kind. Remember man, make yourself feel strong And remember man, you're hated all along. Maybe someday you will reach hell Where you've always belonged.