My Hut
Rachel, Age 13, Maine, USA

On the sandy shore of the desolate sea,
Oh, that a hut there mine would be.
The salt would sting,
The wind would roar,
Id be the king
Of sandy shore.

But when men went down this endless sand,
I would welcome them to my lonely land,
Then theyd go round
My endless track,
Theyd sing their praise,
But ner look back,
At my dear hut on the shore.

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