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

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l Dennis Sickmen Playground The playground outside my window is so empty and lonely. The freshly fallen snow, sparkling like a star atop a Christmas tree, has kept the children away. The cold wind starts the swings swaying in the wind. The jungle gym longs to be climbed on. The merry-go-round hopes to be pushed to break the ice which lays underneath it. The playground will be a fun place in spring, but we'll have to wait. David Young Santa's Descent Santa Claus came soaring out of the starry horizon. He surveyed the snowy landing strip and made his final ap- proach toward the rooftop. The sleigh skidded to a stop with the engines up front whining. The jolly round man leaped from the magical sleigh and landed with a crunch on the fresh snow. He stretched, laughed, and bellowed a Ho, ho, ho!', because this was his favorite customer. Santa grabbed his bag of toys and waddled to the red brick chimney. With considerable effort, he heaved the bag up onto it. He cautiously clambered up to join it on the chimney. Sighing, he let the bag drop, hearing it thud at the bottom. He ordered his reindeer to Stay, then carefully descended the chimney to the sack. My Close Friend by Paul Konstant I've known you all my life, And we are so alike, That sometimes I think of you, Almost as a twin I spent a week with you, And then I realized, Our thoughts are so alike, Our words come out the same. I haven't seen you in so long, I don't know what to say, But I guess the best thing is, Hope to see you soonli' TANKA Gazing in wonder watching the seasons change waiting for something or is it someone he waits for The poet - thinking of words. George Arlotto One snowflake tumbled End over end over end One in a million To reach its one destiny To disappear in the ground. Sue Gantz The moon Cold, lifeless, bare Rotating around earth Seeking a friend in lonely space Exiled. Ellen Urban Oh! These winter days how cold and endless they seem maybe tomorrow I'l1 understand my feelings of sadness on these dark days. Carole Yaskovich A tumbling ocean Barging shores of distant lands, Melting new people Bringing news to sandy shores Leaving with the undertow. ' Susie Jacobson The sun rises to bring forth a new day and time to make fresh and clean and rejuvenate all things only to die soon after. Sylvia Doyle Many do not understand about the nature of life and the troubles they give the sorrow and the laughter that men bring upon themselves. Lisa Johnson

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I I l Hippos by Stephanie Kirkby I once had a hippo whose name was Moe. A liippo's a hippo, well isn't that so! He lived in the water, where nobody knows. He wasn't that quick and we weren't that SIOW- A hippo's a hippo, well isn't that so. My hippo, named Moe, he wasnit that old. He could swim all the day and never get cold. One day my Mom told me that Moe had been sold, To a very rich farmer who had lots of gold. The farmer and his dad took Moe away in a bag. Poor little Moe was not very glad and As for me I was so sad. I once had a hippo whose name was Moe, A hippo's a hippo, well isn't that so. Gary Reichard My Majestic Dream One night I leaped out of bed and streaked fnot nakedl through my room. I crashed out the back door and tramped into the woods. I came upon a gigantic rabbit. I chucked a 'rr ck at the rabbit, but it sprang into the air and demolished the rock. I got terribly frightened and zoomed home. I flew through the back door, my room, then pounced on my bed. It wasn't long before Idozed off. When I woke Irfound out that my startling adventure was a majestic dream. Or was it'7 Limericks Elayne Kriss A lady who came from Poughkeepsie, Made plans to become a real gypsy. With a gold ring in one ear She drank a six-pack of beer But all she became was real tipsy. There once was a woman from Vail, Who drank nothing but dry gingerale. However, she ate Everything but the plate, Which is why she is shaped like a whale. A woman who sold used canoes, Was so thin that she looked like a fuse. When her friends said, Gain weight, She did not hesitate After all, she had nothing to lose. 40 I I Marcia Spitalney February 22, 1977 THE RABBIT AND THE DOGS One day, in the small town of Caiiinesville, a big fight started over who was the smartest dog. Rover Hound and Spot Retriever both thought that ButIch Bulldog was the smartest, but Pinky Poodle and Spirit IDa1mation said that Sheba Shepard was. Although the figllft only lasted a few minutes, Spot received a black eye. j The judge, Tony Terrier, knew he had to do something, so he put up a sign reading: I CONTEST!!! I Enter and find out if you really are the smartest. I Today at 6 o'clock I Sure enough, theturnout was super. The contestants were seated with pencils, ready to begiIi. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. In strutted Walter Rabbit, dressed in a sparkling, white tuxedo. HeItook a deep breath and amiounced, You said, 'Come see If you're really are the smartest,' so I came. You never specified whether or not I had to be a dog, so here I am. I As the judge thought it over, he decided that the rabbit was right, and therefore allowed him to enter. The rabbit took his seat among the contestants, and they began their tests. From time to time, Walter glanced at his lap, but no one knew that he had four pages of crib-Iiotes there. As the clock ticked monotonously, the contestants did their tests. Then the time-keeper yelled, TIME!! I and everyone re- laxed. The tests were corrected and, thanks to the crib HOICS, Walter won. The judge walked over to Walter and handed him the prize, a gift-wrapped dog bone! The moral of the story is: Cheaters never prosper. I I I I I I Roger Johnson Jimmy Carter I The things that stand out the most in Ilarter are his lips, his teeth, and his jowls. His lips are huge and look like a couple of Goodyear blimps. They hangjdown as if they were weighted by lead. His teeth 'stand out like miniature icicles and shine like icicles. He delights in showing them, so I wouldn't be surprised if he woke up on' day looking like a buck-toothed beaver. His jowls sag ag if weighted by rocks. He can always be found with his Ifavorite issue of TIME, the Inauguration issue. I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I

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