History:
Running Brook was a neighborhood created by James Rouse when he built all of Columbia in 1967. The "Rouse Company" bought Columbia for an average of 1,500 dollars per acre. Before Running Brook and all of Columbia was made it was just farmland with a few houses scattered around. James Rouse and his team, "The Rouse Company", played an important role in putting all of Columbia together. James Rouse put together Columbia with four things in mind. He wanted to build a city that met the needs of its people including housing, jobs, recreation, educational and cultural institutions, health care, etc. He also wanted to respect the land, make a profit, and provide growth for the people. Rouse wanted to build a strong city, which had strong neighborhoods.

Name:
James Rouse, who is the founder of Columbia Maryland, named all of the neighborhoods after literature. Running Brook is named after a poem written by Robert Frost called West Running Brook. This poem describes the relationship of two people, Fred and his wife. They were discussing which way was north, and they could figure it out from the brook because the brook runs west. They then decided to name it West Running Brook, and be married to the brook as well as each other.


West Running Brook

by Robert Frost

'Fred, where is north?'

'North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.'

'West-running Brook then call it.'
(West-Running Brook men call it to this day.)
'What does it think k's doing running west
When all the other country brooks flow east
To reach the ocean?
It must be the brook
Can trust itself to go by contraries
The way I can with you -- and you with me --
Because we're -- we're -- I don't know what we are.
What are we?'

'Young or new?'

'We must be something.
We've said we two.
Let's change that to we three.
As you and I are married to each other,
We'll both be married to the brook.
We'll build Our bridge across it, and the bridge shall be
Our arm thrown over it asleep beside it.
Look, look, it's waving to us with a wave
To let us know it hears me.'

' 'Why, my dear,
That wave's been standing off this jut of shore --'
(The black stream, catching a sunken rock,
Flung backward on itself in one white wave,
And the white water rode the black forever,
Not gaining but not losing, like a bird
White feathers from the struggle of whose breast
Flecked the dark stream and flecked the darker pool
Below the point, and were at last driven wrinkled In a white scarf against the far shore alders.)
'That wave's been standing off this jut of shore
Ever since rivers, I was going to say,'
Were made in heaven. It wasn't waved to us.'

'It wasn't, yet it was.
If not to you It was to me -- in an annunciation.'

'Oh, if you take it off to lady-land,
As't were the country of the Amazons
We men must see you to the confines of
And leave you there, ourselves forbid to enter,-
It is your brook! I have no more to say.'

'Yes, you have, too. Go on. You thought of something.'

'Speaking of contraries, see how the brook
In that white wave runs counter to itself.
It is from that in water we were from
Long, long before we were from any creature.
Here we, in our impatience of the steps,
Get back to the beginning of beginnings,
The stream of everything that runs away.
Some say existence like a Pirouot And Pirouette, forever in one place,
Stands still and dances, but it runs away,
It seriously, sadly, runs away
To fill the abyss' void with emptiness.
It flows beside us in this water brook,
But it flows over us.
It flows between us
To separate us for a panic moment.
It flows between us, over us, and with us.
And it is time, strength, tone, light, life and love-
And even substance lapsing unsubstantial;
The universal cataract of death
That spends to nothingness -- and unresisted,
Save by some strange resistance in itself,
Not just a swerving, but a throwing back,
As if regret were in it and were sacred.
It has this throwing backward on itself
So that the fall of most of it is always
Raising a little, sending up a little.
Our life runs down in sending up the clock.
The brook runs down in sending up our life.
The sun runs down in sending up the brook.
And there is something sending up the sun.
It is this backward motion toward the source,
Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in,
The tribute of the current to the source.
It is from this in nature we are from.
It is most us.'

'To-day will be the day....You said so.'

'No, to-day will be the day You said the brook was called West-running Brook.' 'To-day will be the day of what we both said.'


Literary Figure:
The literary figure that the streets were named after in Running Brook is Robert Frost. Robert Frost is a poet who was born on March 26, 1874 in California, and died on January 29, 1963. In 1894 he sold his first poem, and continued to sell his poems after that. He sold about 105 of his poems. For about forty two years Frost taught english at the Bread Loaf School of English of MiddleBury College. Even though Frost never actually graduated college, he recived over 40 honorary degrees. Robert Frost was an excellent poet, and his poems are still enjoyed today by many people.

Street names:
There are multiple street names in Running Brook that are named after poems by Robert Frost. One of the poems was Hyla Brook, this poem has taken the street name Hyla Brook Road. The poem,Hyla Brook, is a poem about a brook that may not be the most beautiful, or the most charming, but still it's lovable from its memories. This poem is a lovely poem with a lot of metaphors and similes such as "Its bed is left a faded paper sheet", and "Like ghost of sleigh bells in a ghost of snow". This poem tells a wonderful lesson about how you should "love the things we love for what they are", as it says at the end of the poem.

Another street name is Oven Bird Green, which was taken after Frost's poem, The Oven Bird. This poem is about a very intelligent bird,this bird can tell very certain things such as "leaves are old and that for flowers/Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten." This bird can even verify the seasons. "the early petal-fall is past,/When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers". This poem was a little odd when you first read it but once you reread it, you realize that it is quirky and cute.

The street The Mending Wall was named after the poem, The Mending Wall. This poem is a more complex poem, and was harder to understand. The poem describes two neighbors that are seperated by a wall. One neighbor see's no point in the wall, "There where it is we do not need the wall". The other neighbor wants the wall, he says "'Good fences make good neighbours.'". The two come to no agreement, the neighbpor who doesn't want the wall thinks that his point will never get across.

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines,

In the end the wall stays up, and the neighbor ends with "'Good fences make good neighbours'".

Another street is Pasture Gate Lane, this name was derived from Frost's poem The Pasture. This is a very short poem about a person working in the pasture doing various jobs. Such as "going out to clean the pasture spring" and "going out to fetch the little calf". Frost connects the poem to you because it says in the poem "I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.", that makes you feel as if the narrirator is really talking to you.

Lastly, another street is Good Hours, that name came from Frost's poem Good Hours. This poem is a short poem about a man walking alone in winter. He walks by these cottages and found children playing the viloin in the window. When he came back the window was black, and he felt like he was disturbing the town because no one was up. This poem reminded me about how you can find joy in the simple things, such as seeing other people have fun. Once the man saw the kids playing, he said that he "had so much company outword bound", meaning that he didn't feel alone anymore when he continued his walk because he saw those kids having fun, and he felt comforted by this. From this poem I could feel what the man was feeling. I felt sad when it said "No one at all with whom to talk to", and then I felt happy when it said "I had so much company outword bound", from this poem you could get a sense of emotion.

Geographic Size and Location:
Running Brook is inside the village of Wilde Lake. It is bordered by Faulkner Ridge, Bryant Woods, Fairway Hills, and Dorsey Hall.

Special Features:
Running Brook has multiple playgrounds, and has its very own pool. Running Brook also has its own elementary school, Running Brook Elementary. It also has a dance studio and a golf course.

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I would like to thank all my sources!
howardcountymd.gov
bryantmcgill.com/worldpoetry
poemtree.com
poemhunter.com
wildelake.org
wikipedia.org
http://www.internal.org/Robert_Frost/West_Running_Brook