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

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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

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I l LE COIN FRANCAIS lThe French Cornerl Michele Cohen Trois Petites Histoires avec Leurs Proverbes lThree Stories with their Nloralsl Un jour, Simone etait tres triste. Elle voulait aller a une fete, mais sa mere le lui a defendu. Quand ses amies etaient a la fete, Simone est restee a la maison. Puis-FRAPPE, FRAPPE!! Il y avait un homme a la porte. lla dit a Simone, Voila cent dollars. Au revoir! La morale: Apres la pluie, le' beau temps. Quand Angelique n'etait pas dans la chambre, Colette a dit at Danielle, Angelique est tres stupide,n'est-ce pas? Quand Angelique est retournee, elle etait tres fachee. Pourquoi? La morale: Les murs ont des oreilles. Violette aime la beaute, surtout les fleurs. Francois lui donne une rose. Violette dit, Oh, merci beaucoup. je Vadorel I Mais, puis, elle dit, AllEE! ! ll y ades EDMSS! Et Francois lui dit cette morale: Naturellement, il n'est pas de rose sans epines. Des bonnes choses viennent avec des choses mauvaisesf' A crab sits motionless Enclosed in a cold dry sand Waiting for the tide. Loren Asrael Death is a black shroud putting to sleep all it meets No one wants its touch. Steve Harris A wave splashed down the white fluffy foam floats up Then just disappears. Stephanie Kirkby The blind tornado it Spins around and around not ever knowing. Janet Cohen