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Brady Smith Wednesday, November 27, 1996
The Bird

For years the rains have fallen upon the hard ground, washing away all that was there. The fierce wind has blown down many of the trees that once stood so strong.

Now the rain clouds have passed away and once again birds fill the bright blue sky with song. The air is now fresh were it once was stale and when the bird takes a deep breath it feels as it was his first. Now that bird can truly fly for the first time, it is because he is no longer cares if he falls anymore. For he does know some days he will fall and others the dark gloomy storm clouds will roll in no matter were he flies to. The bird is no longer afraid of them because now he can fly up threw them and then again fly in the warm rays of the sun.