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      July 13, 2024False SpringElliott Egan

      On one of February’s false springs,
      I hike to the creek near my house,
      Searching for mica, pottery, and shells.
      Over my head a kingfisher zings,
      His song is whooping and wild.
      I’m a prospector, panning for gold.
      I crouch, move pebbles in the stream.
      I stuff my treasures in the pocket
      Of my jacket—it’s lapis lazuli blue.
      I see mica by its gleam.
      I slip over the muddy bank,
      I see signs of a beaver, both new and old.

       

      from 2024 RYPA

      Elliott Egan (age 8)

      Why do you like to write poetry?

      “I like to tell stories about the world around me, and I like how poetry flows together. Stories are so hard to write down when they are long, but in poetry I can get all of my ideas down on paper. I also really enjoy making magnetic poetry and haiku poetry, because counting the syllables and making things fit together is like a game.”

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