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

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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

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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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Happiness Happiness is not having to eat pot roast for a whole year. Happiness is reading a book, Happiness is getting all Ais on your report card. Happiness is not forgetting your lunch money. Happiness is when it snows a lot on a school day. Happiness is chicken made with onions and potatoes. Happiness is losing 5 pounds. Happiness is getting presents on your birthday. Happiness is not having to go to school. Happiness is finishing your homework, Happiness is a nice math teacher, Happiness is catching fire-flies, Happiness is playing kick-the-can late at night, Happiness is being able to sleep late in the morning, Happiness is no math, Happiness is when your mother yells at your brothers and sisters but not you. Happiness is the smell of the beach mixed with suntan lotion, Happiness is sitting by a warm fire when it's cold out, Happiness is laying on the grass and watching the clouds flow by, Happiness is feeling clean after taking a bath, Happiness is jumping into cold water when you're hot and sticky, Happiness is when your last years bathing suit still fits, Happiness is being able to wear jeans all week, Happiness is a warm fluffy pillow, Most of all happiness is being in love. Miriam Lefkowitz Stars Stars in the sky Way up high, How I would like to be up there, Floating around in the midnight air. I could soar with the breeze, Over houses and trees, I would look down amongst the people, And see the sky-high church steeple. And then the day would break, I'd fly away and make, The most beautiful light you'll ever see, Unless you were a star like me. And when I return in the dark of the night, When the moon is shining bright, The people will be sleeping ever so sound, I dare not make noise as I roll around. Michelle Rotter l 37 HOW THE EARTH BECAME FLAT ON ONE SIDE Atlas was holding the Earth in one hand and Pisces, the fish, in the other. The bowl had a slight leak, but Atlas had never noticed it before. All of a sudden, a little trickle of water started coming down his arm. It pained him very much, but he couldn't scratch it, because if he did, he would drop Pisces or the Earth. He tried to ignore it, but it kept coming. So finally he dropped the Earth and scratched it. This is how the earth became flat on one side. The scien- tists think it's curved all around, but . . . don't believe everything you hear. Bonnie Hurwitz