Colonel E Brooke Lee Middle School - Cougar Yearbook (Silver Spring, MD)

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A DOG TAIL Once upon a time there was a dog convention. The leader was going to be a dog named Chipper. Chipper's speech was going to be on rights. He was really nervous because this was his first time that he ever spoke in front of a large group of dogs. The dogs began to arrive. One by one they hung up their tails on the newly painted red tail rack. When all the dogs were seated, he began his speech. It started like this: We dogs should have more r-r-rights. I un-der-stand that you are not being fed enough, cared for enough, etc. During Chipper's speech the tire alarm went off. All the dogs got up and grabbed a tail and ran out. But these dogs weren't so smart because they didn't grab their own tail. So from that day on dogs all over the world are still going around and smelling each others tails to see if they have their tail! Ann Green Day To Night It's a beautiful day, Early in the morn, No signs of cars and their horns. Children waking from their sleep Walking down stairs that seem to creak, As they sneak past grandfather clock, They listen close for a tick, tick, tock. They sit down stairs read to eat, But mother is not yet on her feet. As she wakes up She sees that soon, It will be past the hour of noon. As the sun falls out of the sky, The moon then flies up very high. Then the children do their best, To take a bath, So they may rest. Belinda Levin 31 DARKNESS It is dark I am not frightened It's not the dark that frightens me It's the unknown What is out there? It waits silent as a cat Yet it is there It doesnit scare me I'm not afraid Just curious I'l1 wait too Yes, one day the dark will be light And the unknown I will know Until then I wait . . . by Nancy Gisser Jungles of Time In the dark, deep jungles of time, Which were covered by trees and vine, Not a being crept, Nor would they accept A fat python drinking wine. For the master of the jungle was man, Who played in trees and was easily scared In the high trees they would scan, And think not a being in the jungle cared But someone cared. Who wasn't scared. Who slithered in a wavy line. How does he do it? This will explain It was a fat python drinking wine. Rosalind Cremer

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A Football Decides lt's Been Handled Enough. live been tossed, I've been kicked, and been thrown at the ground. .1 ri, l I've been passed, I've been caught, and been battered around. , l've been thrown at the ref, when there's a penalty. And I've been kicked for a iieldgoal when a team needs three, And that makes my strings pop right out of me. I'll tell you, this life of being a ball, is gettin just so, its no fun at all. I'm getting old, and this life's getting rough, l'm sure you'll agree l've been handled enough! Billy Clark If ! X. . W . I , I ' I v ,t K' ,, 9 v - - x 5 'lrli S' ll'l I b I I .4 Q ' Vg, A '. ' l. ' 1 X Y h lt 1, ' iff 31,1 it . '1f'f l f I ' 'KU 5 X ' 41, , Lak XX' . Q ' 'l X lf' , r Q X ' T? . T . xx- ix. st- is o X' BROTHERHOOD To understand this poem look at the first letter of each line. Beautiful people Races united Other guy, care about him Truth Happiness is brotherhood Each other Reach out, help Hell without it Only if you care Open to all Depends on everyone Mickey Diaz l l l l l l . -s 9? ' . Qi! irm. 4 l. ' . f ,S - , - pk J 3 ' . l l .'if.Q. 9 V ,. '. Q , , ' 1' 'Vg' fwfr 1 ,59 7 .- ill O 5.55.-,Mr ,. V4 V.. I I . ,ff-J -' ,- . ' .f t ' J I ' ' Y I . I. ,. ' 'cf' ' T ' ' ' 3 ffl' ' e ' ' ,i:,4i5'v:-1 Nw ,1- ., X . .iggglipnb -uns g l i,-in , ,I g X M 'Q :':,.: 'L' J l . ,F Qs ,N W l l l l w l BEAUTY Beauty? I don't know-what does it mean?QIs beauty something that appeals to the mind or heart? Or is it something that appeals to the eye? , Is beauty black, white, red, or yellow? Is there beauty in a touch? Maybe, but I think beauty is something invisible to the eye. 'p Well, whatever beauty is, believe it or not, thereis still plenty of it. It hasn't died, it's just harder ito find. Our job is to bring out the truth to all of the hard- headed people that think that beauty is a thing of the past. No my friend-it's here-to last. 1 , 1 Iris Breger , l L 1 l ll l l DEATH . Death is a gentle sleep. 'i Death is letting a person Y rest for all they've done in this world. Death is a sleep you never awake from. l Death is darkness. Death is forever. l. Death is a one way street. ii Death is a part of life. g Death is a miracle. ii Death is the end. i l Dot Fried l l 1 l l

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CHANGE Change is going to come In one form or another, It matters not the speed But rather from the source. Some think taking drugs Will wash away the sorrow, But still the question lurks behind- Will there be a tomorrow? Stop the War! scream the radicals, A very good point indeed, But in quieter ways for I don't see The good that protest brings. Speaking your mind and Voicing your views is all so very important. Standing up for the rights that are rightfully yours Has got to make the world better. Change will come Of that lim sure In one way or another, But I just hope that it comes soon So we can live In peace with each other. l l l l Beauty l Beauty is sitting on a quiet beach with ones you love, Watching the sunrise and sunset reflecting on the splashing, blue water. Beauty is the sounds of a walidering Child, 3 Discovering parts of life she never knew or thought about. Beauty is waking up to a new day, new life, 1 Waiting for something new tollearn. Beauty is seeing a new life entering the world, 1 And seeing it twenty years later full grown. This world is made up of many beautiful things. , Once you've seen that, I Your will to live will be forever. Lori Goldrich l l Helene Silverman My Poem When all the cars or trucks go by, It makes the snow a slushing sound. When the snows goes flying around, It makes all the other things go round, When you see it go whirling That means it flurrering in a hurry, As the snow goes down, down, down, I like to see it goes on, on, on. Julia Lin l l l IIB- Lin-