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DISAPPEARING FISHING HUTS
One by one they disappear, those small fishing huts
on the snow,
A village of over eighteen now only six or seven
do show,
Some folks are having problems for the huts are
stuck fast,
When the top layer of snow thawed then froze so a
problem was cast.
If they get a chain saw and cut it off low at
the base,
A problem, in better weather the environmentalists
do face,
Chunks of fishing huts floating around or singing
here or there
And to us dear summer lovers that seems just a
little unfair.
It has been fun seeing these little huts scattered
on the lakes,
And I can imagine all the fresh fish meals that fishing
husband take
Home for many meals and maybe stock the freezer
well too
But please don’t cut bottoms off so debris into the lake
falls through.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 20 March 2006