Answer:
These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will show again when the tide is high
Faint and perilous, far from shore,
No place to dream, but a place to die--
The bottom of the sea once more.
There was a child that wandered through
A giant's empty house all day--
House full of wonderful things and new,
But no fit place for a child to play.
Answer: Mom, I had promised Jessica that I would come home for her birthday. But I also want to see Canada with my friends.
Explanation: I just came for the points but i think that should be the answer. Hope this helps.
