To the Editor:
This poem was written by my 12-year-old granddaugher, Mary, and given to me as a Christmas gift. It describes her love and feeling for LBI – the joy, love and connections to family that over the years have been a big part of her childhood.
Jean SolgaOrwigsburg, Pa., and Ship BottomI am from wet surfboardsFrom tennis balls and footballsI am from the cold depths beneath the houseJuly 12, 2023
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