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

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sh THE FORGOTTEN PAST James Hollenbeck There was once a nation, A proud nation. Everybody sang it in songs Of praise and joy. Then the nation grew, Pushing a group of people West, Back and back. This group of people decided one day They had it, So they dug in and fought the oppression. But the war was futile. More and more of this invader cameg Guns, cannons and disease. Oh what horror as they watched Their homeland raped and scarred. Factories pouring poisons about, Animals, once plenty Now few. This group of white and black oppressors Killed their home. Why, why did they do it? Didn't they enjoy the clean air, Didn't they love the land, Didn't they care? The group of people became Vain and bitter And the living died, For their land and home were lost. Now after the tears have dried up For a land and hope forgotten. The people who were robbed and cheated Raped of their life, culture and home, Shall return angry With bitterness In their hearts. AN APOLOGY James Hollenbeck Let us apologize to the Indian. We're sorry we took your land, We're sorry we took your pride away. We're sorry that we are Discriminating against you We're sorry that we have Raped, destroyed, multilated and killed your land For progress. We're sorry you're locked up on some reservation. But that's Progress. Is there any way we can say We're sorry? THE HANDICAP Kathy Stauffer These bars hold me-from you, The one I loveg Why canit I unlock the door So my words can float to your ears- Mute. CONFUSION Kathy Stauffer The hectic mess the world is in- Each door of life that I open Seems like a bummer- Whether it be heart broken over some guy Or my brother being killed in a land that was supposedly at peace- Everyday I live, each path I choose- Each door I open is bad. Ifl could only take a small peek at the future Maybe I would choose the right door next time.

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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.

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TIME Jody Ashlock Time is A grotesquely mean, laughing face, telling you to hurry. It is looking down upon you, torturing you with that hideous grin. And you try to escape it by running away. But it is impossible to escape time. Time is always there, incessantly pressuring you. 0051 TIME Robin Burrell Time is forever. Time is without meaning until one's long and productive life comes to an abrupt end. It is like the older brother of mankind, always watching down upon the human race, with far more knowledge. Also time is knowing that it will not end with the passing of one's lifetime. But rather, continuing through the countless eons of time in the future. TIME James Hollenbeck Time is like an empire, Simple at first, Then getting more complicated. Then rising to its apex Beginning its descent Down, down, Faster and Faster To its last second 'Q TIME Rich Heitman Time is something you feel. It's that slowness of movements the aching of the knees, and a confusion. It's a time of suddenly growing older minute by minute. Time comes slowly like a tired turtle, yet it arrives like the swiftness of the hare. Time catches you thinking the thoughts of yesterday. Or was it the day before? Time shows you T7 T iraqi P r' Q , 'Y' 'ss 0 W, 'o' s' ' 1 S . r 1 O I it v sv v 'I is 'I 0 4 S 4 S what you've done, and what you're doing in a comparison like that of day and night. Time is someone laughing at old daydreams and degrading old memories. Time is one of the cruelest of friends and the evilest of masters. TIME Craig James I talked to time the other day. He was quite a mixed up person. He told me he was about through, that he was just about ready to run out. He told me his food supply, electricity was running out. He was bitter. He said we wasted it all away. He said it was time to quitg peo- ple didn't care about him anymore, that they took him for granted and were always wasting him. He said he would get even, that he would quit soon, and maybe someday start again, at the beginning. TIME Cindy Bauserman I have felt it pierce my body in a cloudburst and drain it in the summer sun, I have tasted it in the winter as snow falls on my tongue, and in theyocean breeze as it splashes in my face. I have sensed it in the fragrance of a forest, and felt it sting in my nostrils in the city. I have seen it flash across the sky in lightning and journey across it as galaxies. I have heard it echo endlessly in the caverns and in the soft murmers of the wind through trees. I have known it as it passes, realizing that I am only an atom in its universe of life.