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

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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

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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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0 6 Wk. I I I America I America the land of the home of the brave it s alsoIthe home of the K K K America with liberty and Justice for all while people are lynched on hot summer nights America the melting pot of the world where people are outraged at the new neighbor next door America where prejudice is learned at an early age America the beautiful where spacious skies are air polluted. Where from sea to shining sea means two oily oceans America where brotherhood poor people live in slums to rot their hves away America the land of great opportunity where unemployment plagues five million people. America, where everyone IS equal but if you re different you re wrong Ameri a, where you can turn on for thirty five cents a Joint Only in America can two people fight for five million dollars while others kill each other for free' A erica where five- year olds are addicted and strung out America great defender of justice, only here do we send thousands of men overseas to risk their lives for people that hate us as much as the enemy' America wake up and face your problems and then maybe you'll be what you stand for' Larry Appelbaulm 6 gl ' , GG 779 ' 9 I 5 . . . . ,,, . . . . ,,, . I N x . . . .. -.WI 4 :I If fm' Tl means the underworld. America where big politicians live in pentlhouses, while the fly, . ,, . '. . I . . , . , , . I . I ' . i I FRUSTRATION 7 Frustration is not having anyone to talk to when you are full of news. Frustration is finally getting into the phone booth and realizing you have no change. Frustration is waiting in line in the cafeteria until you get your turn, then the chocolate cake is gone. Frustration is getting dressed up to go out and ripping your last pair of hose. Frustration is unpacking your suitcase on vacation and finding two left shoes. Frustration is rushing home, doing your homework, only to find your favorite T.V. show won't be on that night. Frustration is scrubbing the kitch- en floor and then having everyone walk in with muddy feet. Carol Cooper I CHILDHOOD Childhood is a mystical and magical moment, a time to wonder, where yesterday is unimportant and tomorrow is far away. Childhood is where problems are easily solved with a lollipop, a kiss, or a promise. Childhood is a dripping ice cream cone. Childhood is walking hand in hand with your best friend at the moment. Childhood is a skinned knee and being able to come crying to your mother. Child- hood is mud squishing between your toes. Childhood is sleeping with the door partly open because you are afraid of the dark. Childhood is waking up early on Saturday morning to watch cartoons.Childhood is a fenced yard with a swingset. Childhood is running from nowhere to nowhere. Childhood is having to eat spinach. Childhood is having a wading pool but being afraid to go into it. Childhood is all day to play but nothing to do but sit on the curb. Child- hood is wanting to be a big kid. Becky Hill 36 I I I I I SHE WAS DIFFERENT She was different I They ignored her She was alone , They were together I She was friendless They had friends , No one was friendly I They acted indifferently Did no one think about it I Or were they held back? I Held back by their groups ill She, still different I They, still ignoring I She, still alone I They, still together I She, still friendless I They, still with friends I Will they ever change? I I Ann Geer I I I I YH, .i BRS