Juan Olivarez (september 12 / nyssa oregon)
The Chosen One
A house built on a splendid beach,
To watch the rising of the sun,
And gentle waves would come up to reach,
The feet of the chosen one.
But the beach turned treacherous you see,
And the sands would shift and slide,
And enormous waves came from the sea,
And took the house out with the tide.
Heart broken then the chosen one,
Sat on the beach and just took stock.
And saw what the sea had done,
And thought ' next time I'll build on rock '
7/23/10 Alton Texas
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