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

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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.

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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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THE GOOD LIFE Richard Heitman Sometimes I'm a cloud, A drifter or a burn, A breeze of the wind Blowing along, leaving This hassled life behind. It's great to be free Of that which keeps me A prisoner of a straight life Of happiness and hurt, joy and strife. No more hassles of living, No more pain of giving All I have and still more, For now I can live As I have never lived before. For this is the Good Life, One I never knew, One of Happiness and smiles One of a sky always blue. TRIAD Julie Hannen These be three dark, black things: a widow spider .... a thundering sky .... the gown of one mourning. ACTIVITY Cindy Bauserman In this grassy ocean Miriads of locusts drone. With all this commotion Why do I still feel so alone? THE ACCIDENT Kathy Stauffer I am lying on this soft blanket. I am a little chilly. If they would shut the door it would be better. The aroma of fresh flowers is all around. Iremember the accident. He and I, driving moderately fast, but being very cautious. A movie-we were going to a movie-I remember now- Butterflies Are Free . I had heard it was great. It began to sprinkle, which led to a rain-not just a shower, but a storm. Then it happened all of a sudden. The pick-up truck in front of us was stopped dead still in the highway. He couldn't stop so he turned sharply to the left, not realizing there was a car coming. We crashed head-on. The ambulances came and took us all to the hospital. They all stayed there but me. They brought me to a different place, a big room, and placed me on this nice soft blanket. Now bunches of people come in crying. Please everyone, stop crying. I am happy. I donlt hurt. Oh no, here is my family. All of them, they are all here, not just morn and dad but all my aunts, un- cles, and cousins, too, a family reunion. Don't cry! There's Terry, my guy. He was in the accident also. He must have gotten out of the hospital. Please don't cry. I want to tell him I love him, but when I try, I can't open my mouth. I guess I busted my jaw in the accident. A SPIDER Robin Burrell A cold villian, Wicked criminal from nature's laws, A killer to the insect world. But yet, all alone. No friends, Competing for life. Nothing ever comes easily. Pressures, hunger, Pity, almost sorrow From me to him. CHOSEN ONE? Julie Hannen She progressed ever so slowly. The photographer stayed inside the doorway, out of sight. Afterwards, he said he did so because he felt that she had had enough physical pain, and he didn't want to cause her more mental pain. She was alone on the sidewalk. It was a young, but old looking lame woman. She was completely bent over from a malformed back. She has no arms. Her face was terribly disfigured. Through all the scar tissue, I could see a smile at the bright sun, and amidst the street flowers, just blooming. She was choseng that was very obvious. But whether the choice was to be damned or glorified, no one knows.