North Fort Myers High School - Lance Yearbook (North Fort Myers, FL)

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BILL REESE ,J I THE WIND AND THE STRANGER The strong wind sings its anthems through the treetops Only a stronger would stop and listen Its melancholy sound drifting through the forest and fading at the edge of the creek. The stranger sees life here. Everything is alive with sound and breath. The wind whispers its secrets of life to the stranger and screams at its pains. Then, just as life comes into its lungs, it screams out its last breath and the wind dies. The stranger walks on. Qfrggbgfawfu Excalibur

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L HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS Hold onto your dreams, Don't ever give in. lf you keep trying, You're going to win. Hold onto your dreams Though sometimes it's hard. Just hold up your head, And reach for the stars. Hold onto your dreams, Though they seem faraway And those dreams Will come true. . . Somehow . . . Someway . . . A TIME TO LOVE lt's painful Lord, to realize that others may not see Your loving spirit so alive, now guiding, helping me. Your word is reassuring, and it always points the way For me to understand then to follow and to pray. .lust now Your love is melting fast, and anguish andthe pain, As l reach out to share your words in tenderness again. Dear Lord, You only can restore and heal a broken heart. Amidst confusion, doubt and fear, Your love's a thing apart. You promise us the gift of peace, your fellowship divine: You let us see the victory, the joy that now is mine. Please let Your contenance of love now penetrate and shed lts glow on those in darkness, of whom l have no dread. And may they, too, in gladness, share your treasuretrove of love, That men might know eternity - our gift from You above. Qlmgjl-c, 83636.45 Vg! ELIZABETH ABERSOLD