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

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School Anna Blitzstein School is something the county sends you to. School is somewhere where you learn a lot. School is somewhere where you have a mid-morning break. Budtifonly takes ten minutes everyday. School is somewhere you do compositions. School is somewhere where you hold a position. School is somewhere where work is hard. And I sent Mr. Wray a Hannukah card. Lee's Courgars are the best. They are better than the rest. When there is a fire atlSCh001, Some are scared and some are cool. Miss Balmer is tall but Mr. Nuzacci is small. School ties you up just like a shell. Ihave to go now cause there goes the bell. Eddie Lattner HAIKU Fireflies in the night A silent journey by light So small yet so bright. My Country Nicki Sideris Youthful child of Europe, Like an acorn turned to tree, The United States of America, All those things are we. Though not always so united And not always filled with glee, We're here because our ancestors Wanted to be free. Freedom from injustice And the chains of tyranny Were what our brave forefathers Did so wish to flee. Of what our country means, Very few can agree. Even I'm not very sure Of what my country means to me. When Ihear those patriotic speeches, I turn green like the sea. Yet without my blessed country, I know not where I would be. 46 Ben Roberts Kim Barr Way up north in Alaska around the early l900's, there lived a prospector who was looking for gold. His name was Ben Roberts. Every morning he went up to a nearby lake to get some breakfast. He'd just hook his axe under the edge of ice, give one or two tug and a whole cover of ice would come off in his harid Then Ben would reach into the lake, take out a lo of 'd fish, and replace the top. Ben was neat and he dr like to leave things lying around. Ss S. n't He'd cook the fish, then he would go out to look for gold. One time, on top of a hill, he discoverfld a whole bunch of gold. Some of the chucks were soj big that even Ben couldn't carry them. He decided to roll them down the mountain to his house at the bottom. He fetched the biggest one and heaved it out over the edge. But he heaved a little too hard cause the bould- er just sailed through the air never once touching the ground. Ben noted it was going south, so he raced down to the United States and sure enough, he saw that boulder commin' straight for him. Ben dodged it and it sank almost a mile into the ground and rolled a long way before it stopped. That's how we got Grand Canyon. I Another time, when Ben was out, he started t a chill, and wished that he had a nice fur jacketflvith the get him. Suddenly a polar bear jumped out and tried to eat Ben. Ben grabbed that polar bear by his shoulders and gave a hard yank. The bear's soft white skin came off in his hands. Ben wrapped it around himself and said, Sorry'b011'fthat Mr. Bear, and he chuckl ed. The bear just said, Ahh, forget it, it was too hot anyway. So Ben went home and went to bed. I Western Gunslinger 1 Michelle C hen If I could be a western gunslinger I would be Jesse James. Even though he deceived the law, he was also humorous, kind, and wise. Jesse James liked to help people, as he helped the widow by giving her money to pay her rent. Later he got the money back by robbing the rent collector. Wouldn't it be fun to help people and lose nothing? Jesse James apprecihted jokes, and so do I. Ilike to invent practical jokes a nd the like, though I don't play them as often as Jesse James did. . I

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No Title Erica Greenberg it's one of those timeless places, where very day seems a Friday, in a world of Mondays. a month of Sundays, when the rent's due on the first. drifting off into nowhere, looking for never-never land. slowly heading for the gnashing rocks, ready to grind any being into oblivion. fog settles on the field and envelops my body, lava flows out of the cracks in the ground, filling the imperfections in my brain. my soul lifts away from the frostbitten fingers. the deadened newes the music and the words are a single being, and yet separate unions joined by a single action. a song they are not, for they require tending Peter Pan comes and finds' me, far off in nowhere. the fog lifts and Tinkerbell brings the rocks closer to me. our union is broken by a single action. The Fish Diane Feifarek The fish swiggles and swims around the tanks He explores the little ship that sank. It swims in and out of colored shells, He feels like he's in the jail's cells. His feeding time is almost here. He swims through the tanks without any fear He breathes by gills, swims by fins And doesn't ever worry about his sins. The fish is colorful and cute, He wears the prettiest little birthday suit. His eyes they glow against the light, The water temperature is just right. The pump bubbles out air The filter cleans the tank with care The coral's for the fish to hide, The current's for the fish to ride. 1 X A lig IM!! W , A f 1 l nn df .IW X The Sea Kris Zimmerman The sea is a beautiful place, For a person to spend the day! It's filled with hundreds of mysteries, Like the hundreds of drops in sea spray The first thing you observe, When you come to the shore Is the seas an' the sands' wet horiz'n. Then in frozen delight, you gaze toward the sky, And see snowy white sea gulls a flyin'! If you sit for a while, on a rock by the sea, You'1l hear all the tones of the waves. Sometimes they come crashing with thunderous roars, While they dig all the poor fishes' graves. Poems by Margo Berg Teachers Teachers are funny Sometimes sweet as honey Teachers never make mistakes and never give us any breaks. People People make the world seem nicer People make the world seem brighter If people weren't around You would never ever hear a sound. 45 If 1 f X i

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, Mondays N. Sideris Wake up, said the mother in a tone very mild. Wah? stammered the sleepy-headed child. Another day ofjoy and funf' A Said the mother to her son. Oh, Mother, how can you be so cruel? That's no way to talk of school! At the bus stop, the mother smiled At her tussle-headed child. The sight of the bus coming near Did nothing to increase his cheer. She said to him, Have a fun day,', H And he replied, On a Monday? LOST HONESTY Michelle Cohen The earth turns round and round, As do the hands of the clock, And the cycles of life. Man was born with honesty, He labored in the fields and fallow, As handsome and tall as his harvests, He was a beautiful being to behold. Man grew and grew, And fashioned weapons for a battle, Took on the duties of a knight, And fought bitterly with each other. Still some men were righteous, And pleaded with the others to stop, But the men kept on, Destroying themselves. In the next turn of life, Honesty in its entirety was forgotten One honest man - one honest man was left, Until he, too, fell. . HAIKU Vikki Goodrich GREAT EXPECTATIONS a book of deceitfulness melts the hearts of all. Jason Snow Gina DeSimone Jason Snow was an unusually large Forest Ranger. In the winter he traveled through Michigan helping settlers get through the snow. Sometimes the snow got up to six feet, but being ten feet tall it didn't bother ole Jason Snow. When Jason got hungry he'd reach up into a tree for ten or eleven squirrels. Sometimes he'd wrestle a bear. One winter there was a long snowstrom and by the time it ended the snow was up to Jason's shoulders. Jason packed up his bags and set out to help snow- bound travelers. He noticed a drift of snow near the edge ofa cliff so he started digging up a covered wagon. Finally he had dug out the whole wagon and out jumped a dog. The dog jumped on Jason forcing him to step off of the cliff. Jason and the dog rolled down the cliff gathering snow as they rolled along. Towards the bottom of the cliff all you could see was a gigantic snowball. That was the last anybody ever saw of Jason Snow, or the dog. ? -'N Galaxy The stars twinkled merrily to their mentor, the moon, in a never-ending dance of stately constellations and whirling comets ..... Round and round ..... More and more ..... till the sky was hidden behind a luminous blanket of cold light. Tired ..... the stars and moon retire, hiding from the peeping rays of the sun on the horizon, pink, orange, blending, leaping in silent joy of life to the now frosty ground ...... Warming it .... beginning the new day. ' Dora Edelson 47