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

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THE HORSE Faster than wind like light streaming in White as snow lightly running No flying dancing in the wind Quiet and seduced yet powerfully charged A tail that streams like wisps of white hair A cloud dancing by Nancy Gisser SOLITUDE Solitude is being able to wander through forests unaware and not caring what time it is. Solitude is thinking about the future years when all good dream will come true. Solitude is seeing the bald eagle soar through the sky, wild and free. Solitude is walking through meadows trying to solve all your problems and thinking that they are really not that bad after all. Solitude is being alone, but not lonely, with no one to talk with but yourself. Linda Kroggel What Summer Mean To Me Summer means a lot to me. Summer reminds me of the sea Sometimes quiet, sometimes wild Sometimes it reminds me of a child. Summer is always bright and gay r Just like having your allowancb paid. Summer is never quiet or coy, It makes you want to jump for joy. When summer goes I start to sigh, I start to wonder where and why But summer always comes again, I always think of it as my best friend. l l I l 4 l HOW THE COWBOYS FIRST STARTED TO SAY Once there was a cowboy named At least, that was what his fellow Storyteller Sam. cowboys called him, because he was so good at storytelling. Well, when all the cowboys were cattle, they were very tired at night rounding up the when they set up camp. They would light a fire, and si around the fire telling stories to relax themselves. toryteller Sam always told his story about a man rramed Bob. Bob was very brave, and the cowboys wete all interested. But Storyteller Sam would only tell plart of the story. When he was just about to tell how Bob got out of a dangerous situation, he would stop-and tell them he would finish the story the next day. The next day all the cowboys wo ld come over to Storyteller Sam and ask him, How Lcllid he? How did he do it? But Storyteller Sam would not tell them until the next night fbecause it gave him time to think of another feat for Bob to d oj. But the cow- boys would continuously ask How did he? Which shortened to Howdy. Now the co wyboys always say howdy when greeting another cowboy in honor 'of Storyteller Sam. Deb Wei

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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

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-7 7 --Y 7 .7 7 . . The World Before The World A long time ago fonce upon a timej before the world into which we the people of the world lived in there was another world in place of the world in which we the people of the world live in. This world was made of candy. Marshmellow smoke, gum drop flowers, candycane trees and other sweet concoc- tions. All the people who lived in this certain place were fat and roly-poly. EXCEPT for one person. He was as skinny as a beanpole. For you see, he was a vegetarian. But the problem was there were no vege- tables on this world before the world into which we the people of the world live in. So he was skinny. One day he got hungry fsurprise, surprise, surprisej. So he pushed all the people to one side of the world before the world into which we the people of the world live in and he ate the other half. Then he pushed all the people off the world before the world into which we the people of the world live in. Then he ate that half and became so fat he floated in air, and became the world into which we the people of the world live in. Miriam Lefkowitz AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL? America is a new faith, a sun shining on a planet of darkness. America is hope to overcome hardships and trouble. America is power, the best in the world, enough to save the world, or destroy it. America is freedom, the white knight, fighting against any dragon that preys on world peace. America is industry, producing more as a Whole than any other country in the world, polluting the air we breath and the water we drink. America is re- search and discovery, finding solutions to problems such as the pollution and disease and widening man's knowl- edge. America is waste, destroying all our natural re- sourses. America is finding ways to reuse our already badly crippled resources, America is peace throughout our country, spreading through the world. America is small towns supporting our government in every way. America is people, different races, creeds, and customs, living, working, and sharing together. America is beautiful. Dana Nacke 39 X K, ,, , THE WONDERFUL DREAM He had a dream one lonely night and in this dream no more men would fight. If this dream were fullfilled Oh, what a world this would be. Everyone would be happy As happy as could be. And then one day on his balcony he stood To die mercilessly by a tall, thin hood. And then on the balcony the large man lays Assassinated by the one and only dirty James Earl Ray Rose Washington