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

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'HD O 11: X. I P Nt OX O f fgiyxgt 7g Q I -QQQQ I I KW 1 s f X 9 .5 1 u 3 Xt 1 5 1 I I liiglki 1 1,1 'I I' 1 -'ZxISSi E 1 ' X wil 'TE 7 I s K ,X N - I XY I- 'affi ,et 533.5 s 5511, ' -'-4 19 76' The Kowalichicken by Doug Miller At one point in time a huge creature, the Kowalichicken, roamed the woods of California, Pennsylvania. This huge creature had an enormous body but a very small brain. One fall it came time for all hibernating creatures to start eating. The Kowalichicken, being a hibernating beast, had to start eating, for winter was coming soon. Unfor- tunately the Kowalichicken kept procrastinating his gas- tronomic duties until two days prior to winter. At that time he fmally lugged his two hundred fifty pound gargantuan body out of bed to venture into the wilderness in an attempt to stuff himself. To his alarm, all of the previously available food had been previously consumed. The huge beast returned to his home to attempt to hibernate on an empty stomach. This failed to work, and during the long, cold, winter the last,of the Kowalichickens slowly and silently passed away. Moral: Don't put off things until the last possible moment. Sleeper by Andrew Jewell Once there was a hungry bookworm. He squirmed his way into a library and started feasting. He ate his way through Aardvarks, the complete works of Beethoven, Elephants, Llamas, Pickles, Spiders, Whales and even Zoos. Then he hung himself up in a cocoon on an empty shelf, and there he was hung undisturbed for twenty-seven years. Moral: Too many books spoil the moth. 42 I I l I l I Innocence L by Robin Silverstone Innocence, tiny eyes staring at the world with all its vast space, Little hands grabbing, discovering, savoring. Self centered, only knowing of what surrounds the little mind. 5 Falling, struggling to regain balance: Summer evenings as the wind blows softly and the light begins to grow dim. An innocent smile, on the innocentiface, with its innocent look, and its innocent knowledge of an innocent world. l I l Greek Myths by Bobby Epstein We are beginning with the Greek, ' And just starting at our peak, I We'll learn the myths, let them loose, And hear about our old friend Zeusg We'll hear about Hercules, strong anti well, They'll be all joyful and ring the bell, The people will see him with fright. And he'll look down with all his might. l 1 There was Hades who came from hell, But a lot of people knew him well, He'd live with fire and even smoke, Q But the worst of all, the people choked. Poseidon is the king of the sea, And Noah rode on it with glee, Poseidon changes the shift of wavesi But sea is only for the strong and brave. by Gabriel Paulson I Feb. 24, 1977 I English, Period 1 Fable: The Wolf andfthe Fox In the vast woods, lived a wolf. He was the strongest and the dominant ruler in the entier wdods. One day, he met a fox on the road. Immediately he began to prove himself by showing his strength and aggressisfeness. He tore down a sapling with one swipe and tore the turf with another. The fox merely looked, unimpressed, and began to yawn. Angrily the wolf threatened the fox and began to assault him. The more cunning fox aggressively threatened the wolf back so perfectly, slyly cut him down about the wolf's weaknesses and looks, and finally made the wolf feel more like a mere lowly animal than a wolf. In a confusing frenzy and fright, the wolf shamefully ran away and never came near the fox again. I Moral: The most feared may not always be the strongest.

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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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Depression by Ellen Urban My head hangs heavy, And my thoughts evolve around him. I love him so. But, if he turns to her, which way am I to go? Torn by love and by hate. Trying to give, But at the same time, Trying to accept what is given me. I sit in my darkened room, My body trembles, I hear the sound of my throbbing heart and envision him with her in my dazzled mind. The tears I want to come, resist The tears of fear, worry, and anxiety. I guess this is what comes with love. 1 Bird by Debbie Dabbondanza There was a bear With lots of hair He met a bird Oh! my Word . But when he slept The birdie crept All through the house Just like a mouse.