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

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YOU Kathy Stauffer Youlre someone I can walk with for a long time and say whatever I feel or regret or cried about last night before I closed my eyes to sleep or never say anything because you understand. You are the one I trust. THE GOOD TIMES Sue Lown Inspired by the gentle sounds that are all around I remember the little things everyone else forgot. Wishing I could bring back all of the Good times, That they want to leave behind, But knowing that even if I could I wouldn't. Those times were good to me and kind . . . But knowing they are past I will keep them only in my mind For memories of the Good Times. REJ ECTION Robin Burrell He comes to school to learn, And he has no friends in which to turn. Sometimes he laughs along when something is funny, Although they frown back, knowing he has no money. At noon he studies and to no one he will speak, Because he is jealous and wishes he had something to eat Before the bell rings, while waiting in the corridor, Everyone talks, but he stands alone in the corner. For a moment after school he stands in the hall Just wishing that he could play football. For once he wished to play in a game, Now some classmates walk by whispering what a shame Now he goes by the school bus to his home, Knowing when he gets there, he'll still be alone. S OLITUDE Cindy Bauserman Grasping into the void, confusion, fear, Fighting to feel stable substance beneath the feet. Groping, falling, gasping, crying, Suddenly fingers meet fingersg a wisp of surprise, a bolt of hope Frantically the fingers search out the bodies and they cling to each other They must not let go. . . . .But the familiarity of the void is stronger. Each turns and fades into it, Finding comfort in the self-pity of solitude. YOUNG LOVE'S PRAYER Judy Bauserman Lord, I know his love is sweet and pure, But how can I be really sure It's here to stay, not just another transient Whim for time to smother? Oh yes, I'm quite aware, JC, Of your unending love for me, But can you say, without a doubt What his lovels really all about? Will it last for E'er and e'er Continuing life beyond compare? God, worse than death is Satan's fate Of ending love, enduring hate. So now I ask, all strings untied, What does he really feel inside?'i SPRING Craig James The anticipation of spring brings emo The mouths of song are there While hearts seeking love Enclose the sound. The beginning of life is there As it reaches for the yellow smile In the sky. Spring, come and stay And keep me alive, Keep me happy, Let me share your world. ART GALLERY Julie Hannen People. . . a guide, other tourists, security guards all looking at a single portrait, admiring the work, their praises fill th I am alone in my thoughts and recognition. I hear nothing but the soft swish of brush on canvas. tions 9 TOOITI

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James Hollenbeck Slowly the new snow Fell like a dream forming And slowly melting away. Cindy Bauserman if life is a song, sing it as it comes- free, uninhibited, beautiful, and full of love . . . - let its message of tranquility and serenity float through the galaxies, and be understood. REFLECTIONS Sue Lown My mind is like the fog Drifting slowly, thick and confused, Unsettled, ever wandering, Never transparent. The fog must be Thick enough to hide things Yet not so dense That one cannot see at all people say, Be friends, Tell them all about you, Don't listen to those people They'll use you. Listen to me now, Let your mind be like the fog Drifting, slowly, thick and confused Unsettled, ever wandering Never transparent. THE CHOICE Craig James Each day represented death. At least I had my choice. ff f M 1 if ,fp X X DECEIT Debbie Andrews America the beautiful How those words are lies, It is terrible, but some don't realize. Without spacious skies It was once wonderful, Now it dies, All the pollution and crimes, It's not just with land, But hand, People are the ones to blame. NIGHT WITHOUT EXPLANATION Robin Burrell Up until about one month ago, I was not superstitious. But my mind was changed very quickly one Friday night. My mother, father, brother and sister, had all gone away for the weekend. Our house is big and old . . . and sometimes even scary. When someone even moves upstairs, you can hear them downstairs. I was watching television for a while when my dog started whin- ing. Well, he was outside and wanted in, but when I tried to let him in, he would not come. He was getting cold, so I picked him up and brought him in. I put him on the chair in the living room that has his blanket on it. At about 8:30, I got settled in the chair with a soda and some popcorn. I turned on the set and there was the wierdest television show I had ever seen. I think, now that I reflect upon it, that it was a covin of witches. I looked in the TV Guide to see what the name of it was and it was supposed to be Love American Style. I know Love American Style when I see it and that wasn't it. I turned the channels. To my surprise, on every channel, were the witches. About that time I was getting pretty scared, and the dog was whining at the door, to be let outside. I took the dog outside to his doghouse. When I came back in, everything was normal. In fact, when I had taken the dog outside, it was 9:30. When Ireturned, it was 8:30 and the dog was whining at the door. THE ANSWER Cindy Bauserman They hurt you. You're dying inside and you want Revenge for the mortal pain They've caused. You canlt seem to end The ever growing circle of Stabbing. Forgive them. Peace will come. James Hollenbeck A small song of Hope Shouldn't be forgotten Like the early morning dew. REQUIREMENT Debbie Andrews We've all done it once in our lives, lt's a grasp of joy and happiness, lt makes life worth living If you want to live that way, Laughter is a fulfillment required in life.

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LIVING ROUNDS A PERSON OUT Julie Hannen She likes the combined role of woman, mother, and teacher. I see the pride in her husband's smile whenever they are together. Her small ears are wide open each night, waiting for a child's cough or cry. Her short, brown hair is always fixed on Thursday, for thirteen first graders to whom she teaches the word of God. She is an experimenter. Red, worn hands stitch many things, mostly for someone other than herself. Coming home from school in the spring I see her rounded shoulders, and softened curves, working hand in hand with nature to produce food for our bodies, and pride for her soul. Pale blue eyes shine bright when watching the aquarium, and all its new additions. Her sweet, bubbly voice tells of new crafts and decorating ideas. Yes, she had livedg yes, she is rounded outg and yes, she is my mother. THE DECISION Judy Bauserman It took me all night to realize The word I used had been despised. I struggled and fought my soul quite long 'til we decided where I belong. The times have changed through life, you see, But never shall my love for thee. Y0u've been my light, you've been my guide. It's you with whom I'll e'er confide. My mistake I understand And now beg your forgiving hand To take me back with out a trace Of hate, or mistrust in your face. MY PLACE Jody Ashlock I love to be alone and I love to think. Sometimes I need so badly to get away from life that I think I may go insane. So I run to my green fields Of tall, flowing grasses, My realm of seclusion. This is the one place I can always count on to be my true friend. I WISH Kathy Stauffer Iwish . . . I could be a comedian turning each frown into a smile each cry into laughter. Iwish. .. I could be a person of great strength destroying all evil. Iwish . . . I could travel the world - spreading the good word to all Iwish . . . I could be a cleaner Cleaning up all the rivers Streams and slums. But most of all I wish I could Be a dictator Dictating World Peace forever And ever. THE UNKNOWN Debbie Andrews The walls are coming nearer to me. I can reach out at any angle and touch them. It's so dark in here. Not even a crack of light. My eyes are open, yet I cannot see. It's like a nightmare. Oh, how I wish that it was a nightmare. I feel as if I'm rotting away. My bones feel stiff. There's no room. No room to move in. I lay in one position at all times. If only I could help myself. I never knew how much I loved my home and family until I was deprived of them. Why me? Why, why? Now look, I'm going out of my head! Will they let me live? No, how could they? Why would they? I've seen them. I could pick them out in minutes. I will die here. Really I should live than die, and be put in here, but instead I'll live in here, than die in here. I wish that I was dead so that I could live again! The sun was shining when my parents walked away from my graveside. ELECTRICITY Julie Hannen Ours was: like two waves meeting, grasping the other momentarily, then each again going its own way. like a weed sticking through the snow in Decemberi rare, but soon forgotten, strong but soon defeated. like a stray dogg finding a temporary home, only to be evicted, left -to find another. Ours was: Q a lesson to be learned, and unforgettable. Cindy Bauserman as you talk, I see the laughter dance in your eyes, and I long to wrap it up and save it to gaze at after you've gone.