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

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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

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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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LIVE AND LET LIVE Now that Robert, Martin, and John are dead. There faces still appear in our head. Abraham Lincoln was also a great man Why he was killed we won't understand. When Martin Luther King died a crisis then came, People and riots were next in this game. Sirhan Sirhan look what you've done, Another crisis has just begun. John was riding in a car that didn't get so very far Before we knew it He was dead With a bullet in his head. Do these people who have Committed this crime Have to suffer by serving Time? People dying everyday Because of people who Act this Way We must help them if we Can because they are Our Human Man. Belinda Levin DREAM OF DEATH The night creeps up softly and I can't sleep I lay awake thinking . . . about something no, nothing I shift and I toss but Ijust can't sleep Something ishaunting my mind I rest, but I strain to do that No, perhaps I am asleep I cannot tell I try to move but my body remains still It is too dark to see . . . Or am I dead? The thought haunts me I'm restless, yet still, I'm in a whirl. I am spinning Without end and screaming But no one comes. Can't they hear me? No ...... At last with an ounce of strength, I cry Someone has heard me, yes. they come. They call it a bad dream I was awake-I protest Yet I knew death. In my dreams Ihad experienced death . . . Nancy Gisser