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

Page 34 text:

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-

Page 33 text:

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

Page 35 text:

Begal Ears Deep down in the Canasta Cove in Tasmania, there was a small baby begal named Jinxy Begal Bagal . He was the smallest. of all the dogs in the Canasta Cove. He had a cute nose, pointy ears and a long smooth tail. Yes, that was Jinxy. They called him Jinxy for short. On March 22, 1468 Jinxy was just fed up to his ears with bigger dogs teasing him of his size so he packed his P.J.'s and waddled into the Canasta Jungle. All of a sudden music came to his ears. And as he waddled further into the jungle it got louder and louder until he came to a clearing where there was in front of him, a rock band of white rabbits. The drum head said The Flip Flop Hippity Hoppers. Jinxy fell in love with the tamborine noone was playing and he went to the lead singer and said, Please sir, may I play the tamborine in your band. And he replied doggy, doggy over there we play our instruments with our ears. If you can stretch your ears real long you'll play the tamborine in our songs. Jinxy, knowing it was helpless to grow his ears waddled sadly further into the jungle. Until he got to Victors house where he got an idea. He asked Victor politely, Please Victor, clip my ears to the clothes line',. Day in and day out he sat like that until his ears were as long as a rabbits, happily he waddled back and played in the band thereafter. And to this day begals have long ears and if you hear music in the Canasta Cove you'll know its happy Jinxy Begal Bagal . Craig Smolen