he wind that blows
Blows so clear,
The spirit within
You hold so dear.

The sun that shines
Shines so bright,
Your pride so strong
What's wrong, what's right.

Holding memories
Of preasent and past,
Your soul within
Will last and last.

The more you grow
Of body and mind,
The more you know
Of life you'll find.

Dedicated to Ashley

The End

Story by: Mallory , age 12, USA

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