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

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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

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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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! ey L fi ' I .. Irrtrgx I 1 .sr M MISERY Misery is find your pet goldfish floating. Misery is having braces and eating a peanut butter sandwich. Misery is camping out and having mosquitoes bite you. Misery is sitting next to a left handed kid during a test. Misery is swimming in an ocean and a wave washes your bathing suit away. Misery is hating someone. Lucy D'Avanzo I I I p Deer hunting I We had planned for weeks, and had been to the deer cabin that we were going to stay in while hunting. The flowers were blooming andthe sweet smell of an open grassy meadow was everywhere. It was so perfect that I never wanted to go back to the city. All the small animals of the forest were briskly moving? around in the early morning just as the sun shown over the horizon. I got up anh lit the wood stove of the two room shack. The fragrant smell of wood smoke filled the room. I went outsideg it was a beautiful morning for anything. It was great just to be alive. The cows were starting to graze towards the creek now. I stlarted to go up on the mountain where you can see all the beautiful green meaddws and valleys that make up New Creek Mountain. I was sitting on a log watching a flock of wild turkeys searching for food among the many different colorc-ld leaves. Four deer went scampering down the hill in their dainty fashion. The sun had turned like a golden ball and was sitting behind one of the hills. We went home after sunset. When we came back the next weekend we scouted the hills and valleys of the mountain. The following weekend we would stalk the wileyl gray deer. We went out well before dawn on the opening day of deer season.I As we walked along the trail to our deer shack we could hear animals and birds lun away when we got too close. When we got settled down, we were about a half-mile apart. A light breeze was blowing through the trees. A light snow was starting to fall just after daylight. I was sitting on a log waiting, thinking how cold I was when three doe deer behind me about thirty yards came walking down. I ll turned around slowly. The biggest of the three deer stopped just on the other side of the creek to test the air for scents. They were so pretty and they looked like they didn't have a trouble in the world. I wondered what it would be like to be the hunted instead of the hunter. I felt sorry for them. In about twentyIiive minutes a fantastic five point buck was walking down into a clearing about 50 yards from me. I raised by rifle to my shoulder very slowly, but I got the buck fever and I shot too soon. He started runningg I stood up and shot again thrfmugh the timber and hit him in the heart. He fell and was dead. I realized when walked over to him that I had taken a life. I remembered it was necessary to keep a balance of nature, and that made me feel a little better. After we had gotten the deer back to camp, I thought a long time as whether it was right or wrong to kill. As I think back on it now, I feel sorry for the deer I had shot. l Mike Sullidan Moon I I I Moon, Moon, why, why, j Do you sit up there so high? Why do I see you only at night Did you and the sun have a Ifight? If I were you Ild give him his way He shines much brighter I He makes it day! I And when he gets frantic Because you're more romantic He has his ways j I To make awfully hot days.1 So stay up there among the stars For you are better by far! I I .0 I I I I