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My Cabin

By Emma S.


It is warm and the when the waves

Hit the other waves it makes a sound.

The water tasted like salt.

When I see the tube I want

To ride it.  When I fall off

The tube, it flies like a kite

In the air.  I feel

The water rushing against my knees.

After I swim, I smell

The meat cooking.  I hear the four-wheelers

Going up the hill.  I smile.

And feel great.  Itís my cabin.