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

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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

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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-

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America America! Land of the free and the brave, Is this the country that God really gave? The Industrial Revolution, Gave us pollution, Dead fish and black smog, It's fit for a hog. America! Oh say, can you see that banner yet wave? Is it starting to go to its horrible grave? It's abused and destroyed, Until it is almost void, Is this really the exact same flag that flew, When our forefathers fought for the red, white, and blue? America! This land is made for you and me, Let's not forget those in poverty, Ghettos and slums are everday life, For those who suffer from rats and mice. Rats, garbage, and polluted air, It shows that people don't really care. America! Sweet land of liberty! All people who live here have a chance to be free. Our rights are protected for all in the nation, Oriental, Negro, and Caucasian. Shall we ever let this great land perish, Or save it for our grandchildren to cherish? America! A great country for all, Let's have it rise, and NEVER fall! Deb Wei BEAUTY Beauty is a thousand rainbows in a drop of dew or the inquisitive eyes of a fawn reflected in a lake. It is the rays of dawn penetrating the sleeping city, the bubbly laughter of children at play, the waves on the beach-advancing then receding. Beauty is the freedom of running unrestrained through the grass. Lucille Craft 34 O'WATER 1 Children by a mountain ltream, Are disgusted by the scene Paper, shoes, and textiles lie, Upon the banksf, they sadly cry. i The water glistening mariy hues Is no improvement to the views, It only testifies to oils, l Seeping falsely through the soil. Is there anything that we can do, To bring our water back to blue? Gail Gunod , I l i 1 MY LOVE TO YOU i I love you very much And you mean the world to me Without you I'm alone T And this I could not see. All my life I learned to love And inside, my love, I saved Then you came and touclied my heart And to you, my love I gaile. I Now my love I share with lyou And you, your love with me We have no more two separate hearts For one it's come to be. All our lives we'll share this heart And never be untrue Until the day we die, my lbve, Charish me, and I will youl. Cheri Yablon I