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as cherished, but you knew that no matter where you looked and how
far you searched, you would never find another-your island-your
life. Your view was so limited, you realized that, and yet you were-
content and happy with your small view of the world.

So on that last day on the island, you watched eagerly in hopes.
that you would not forget how each and every little thing appeared
so that they would remain in your mind and memory for as long as
ypooussilbolvee.d.This is all that you had to live for-the memory of what

Time passed as you recalled these memories. And when you
looked out of the window in the plane, your island was gone-forever.

The Alamo

HELEN JEANNE TEMPEL

There you stand)
The story of your past
Lies deep engraved in the minds of men.
You) whose sun-bleached walls
Held within the last hope)
The promise of a dream)
Stood once in liberty's blood) dying.
But freedom cannot die) you cry)
No coward ever strayed within your walls
For there) the cause of freedom blazed in fire)
And died-but once. -
Now you stand once more.:
The glory of death has made you great)
And though you died) you live
To show mankind that Courage never dies
And bravery does not admit defeat.

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