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Emily's Cabin

by Lily

When I sleepover, I hear the ripples

of the lake, the dogs

next-door barking and myself

tubing with her

as my uncle drives

the boat I hear

the motor roaring.

I see other people

tubing and swimming

as the wake goes 

in so do we.  It's time

for lunch.  We're having hamburgers.

And that night as I go to sleep

I feel the warm September

air.  When I finally do start to fall

asleep, my cousin starts talking.