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

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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.

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Marla Neal Linda's Hair Linda has bright red hair. When the light hits her hair just right, it shines. At the ends it curls, and out from her hair sticks her ears, but just a little bit. Her eyebrows and lashes match her red hair beautifully. Her hair comes down just below her shoulders. Sometimes she wears it down, and sometimes she wears it up in pigtails. When she runs, it bounces up and down and moves freely with the wind. It's always curly except when it's wet, then it is straight and straggly with a coppery color to it. She is always getting comments about her hair because it shines and gleams in the sun. Hilary Einhorn LE IOURNAL PARLE: Avez-vous vu ce petit animal bizare? ? Aujourd'hui notre journal parle est tres interessant. Hier, un animal bizarre est venu dans le cafe Chez Dominique. ll etait petit, seulement un metre. ll avait beaucoup de cheveux roux. Ses cheveux etaient a ses pieds!! Son nez etait rouge et quand il marchait, nous avons vu qu'il avait les souliers violets. ll avait une barbe marron qui tombait aussi at ses pieds. Autour de ses yeux, il avait la peau violette. ll avait I'air d'un nain triste. ll ne parlait pas, mais il est le plus interessant animal de l'histoire de ce journal! Si vous Ie voyez, ne criez pas, mais souriez-lui et donnez-lui une tasse de Chocolat . . . UQJELEL- 1 fi . Tl-5111111-'I uhm -fi L:,1E'-fl-'-!F-l1r-1li- 'Ir-nl' L A Sl U vflkrizfi irltziaxf fe: f 'G -' - ' 7 WT- A if 1-1 -Nt- .'x3 l 'yn Q L, A4 :VY L ... ..r A 1 fy' ij 3 . 24- L - g - El!!! 44 i 1 E! Spider by John Porter A spider slick as a skier sliding down his thread down, down, down l to the ground. l A spider like a jail ' imprisons things under his arms then engulfs them never to return again Take Off l by Tracy Prudden Take off gaining altitude climbing, soaring, diving l dipping, waving, gliding 1 circling then . . . I SNAP the string breaks i the kite is gone . . . Q At the Ocean Side I by Ellen Urban At daybreak , Near the calm shore A meadow flowing in the wind l Brushes the dew from its shouldbr l l l r Seeking the sunlight. l An ocean current Q Free and easy Gives moisture to the drained salid Tiny creatures emerge grasping this gift Gaining new life.