We slip on our sandals and run out your door

To the gulls in the air and the shells on your shore.

Your yard, small and sandy,
A sprinkling of grass;
The seawater shimmers
And glimmers like glass.

It murmurs and roars; it froths and it foams;
The waves soak the sand
Where the clams make their homes.

Little white house that sits by the sea,
You're here every year for my family and me.