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

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Springtime by Stephanie Kirkby The daffodils are blooming And all the skies are clear. All the roses are raving red Because there's nothing to fear. All the trees are turning green And all the calves are steers. All the birds are coming back And all the fawns are deers. All the pears are turning gold And all polywogs are frogs. All the bees are making wax And all the pups are dogs. The daffodils are blooming And all the skies are clear. All the roses are raving red Because you are so dear. Wx ,W g , WW g On Friendship and Love by Stephanie Kirkby lj The joy of our friendship will bring us together, with warm loving hands, and sweet red rose petals. 21 And when we shall meet our minds they do keep, We'll remember the showers, That brought us the flowers, Of love and sweet flowers. 35 The flowers will bloom, And flow out our love, And bring us a melody of sweet bells of love, Of love and sweet flowers. New York 1 by Sue Oneson The day was cloudy and hazy, as ml st days were in New York because of the layer of smog that hovered over the city. John, pulling solemnly on a Marlboro, trudged down the filthy street littered with cigareite butts and candy wrappers. His Chucks made squishy spunds as he splashed in the muddy water along the curb. People pushed by, fat women pulling squalling kids, men in trench coats, old ladies clutching their shopping bags, busily running home, to the office, to the store . . . , An occasional drunk was stretched out in an alley, surrounded by garbage and rats, gripping a paper bag. John made his way down 14th. The gang was probably waiting for him. A skirt on the opposite side f the street attracted his attention, and John whistled appre riatively. It's funnyf' he thought to himself, how much I've grown to like it here. John remembered when he lived in Arizona. He went to school, didn't snioke, he was studying to be a doctor. Then his dad lost his job, and they moved out here two years ago. At first he wasi frightened. It was so big, and noisy, and dirty. But then he inet Billy, a dropout. They became good friends. John got used to the noise, and the people. He started to dress differiently, began staying out late, and skipping school. He gotl into fights with his parents, arguing over his education, his friends, his future. But then his father died, and the arguing stopped. His mother didn't seem to care anymore, but John didn't mind. It made things easier. The people on the south side had a better philosophy about life, he told himself. They ex- plained it to him, and he dug it. It was right. . John stopped to spit into the sewer and adjust his dark glasses. He watched a pickpocket thro lvv himself into a man and professionally extract his wallet, John laughed care- lessly and walked on. Life was so co back in Arizona. . . John threw down his cigarette an nfined and sheltered stubbed it out with 4 his toe. He looked up the street for Billy. He was supposed to meet him here. Billy stepped out into the street a block up and nodded to John. John nodde obediently. A light rain began to fall d back and followed as John disappeared after Billy into the alley. r Past Year by Laurie Muney l The year flew by 9 Like Pagasus on the wing tip All the good times we had Disappeared like the magiciiarfs rabbit. I I l l !

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COUGAR TALES COUGAR YEARBOOK STAFF Marcia Spitalney Kenny Goodman Jamie Ellis Karen Luberski Kendall Butts Roger Hecht Photographer Laurie Muney Hilary Einhorn Eileen Kao Debbie Cohen Michelle Cohen Elayne Kriss Alice Toh Sue Oneson Mark Miller Steve Hazan Danny Mockabee Janet Cohen Donna Cleary Kim King Anna Blitzstein Lois Yurow Jackie Crocetta Artist Zulie Zeidner Artist Lisa Johnson Eric Tublin Ellen Urban Phyllis Ansher Shirley Weir Lauren Sokolski Shirley Win Alicia Berman Kathy Shroeder John Elliot Pam Carroll

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Barry Flax Victory Phil strides down the basketball court. Suddenly, with a quick flick of the wrist, Phil flips the ball across the court to Elvin. With his eyes fixed on the basket, Elvin pounds the ball down on the court. As he drives to the hoop, he spots Len open for a shot. In a flash, Elvin goes up in the air and whizzes a fluttering, behind-the-back pass to Len. Len dribbles the ball once and then glues his eyes on the basket. He jukes his opponent and then goes up for the jump shot. Swish! That is the end of the game. The mighty Bullets have defeated the thunderous Golden State War- rrors. is Robbie Horwitz Jimmy Carteris Mouth Jimmy Carter's mouth is like a view of the Mediter- ranean Sea. His teeth are the sandy beaches of the Riviera. His lips are the surrounding countries. The little pimple is Port Said. His tongue is a big ocean liner trying to cross the Sea. On top of his lip you can see the Alps. All Of This by Michelle Cohen Who could know, That from a simple smile, Would come all of this? Who could know yesterday, That today would be a day of such happiness? Who could know, That my mound of frustration and anger, Could be melted, By a teardrop? All of this I didn't know would happen- My happiness flourishes like a meadow. Tomorrow, something new will happen I'll discover it tomorrow, I like surprises. To Anonymous by Michelle Cohen You write some of the best poems there are, And your stories are filled with action, I saw a lady's picture you painted, So lovely, so realistic, but we don't know who she is Dear Anonymous, We don't know your name, Will we ever? Your image will not fade out- Your name is gone, But your fantasies, your hopes, your whims, Are identified in your creativity. And the lady, whose name we don't know, We shall always know, By her lovely smile, her deep blue eyes, So dear Anonymous, Don't feel bad, Who could forget you? A Cloud of Unreality by Michelle Cohen A sense, a cloud of unreality, Dominates the scene of our lives, And reappears even after it's put away. We look at scenes, situations, people, And we are disillusioned in some small Simple way or manner. What is actual and what is fake, Only labels for feelings, Only masks for our mistakes, our hopes. Shed the shield of unreality, And you only lose, A bit of life, a bit of fakery. 9