Curious city
Stick Cody Kim, Grade 6 Boise Go inside a stick That would be my way. Let someone else be money Or pet a fuzzy panda. I am happy to be a stick. From the outside the stick is a riddle, No one knows how to answer it. Yet within, it must be stiff and still. Even though a dog may chew on it, Even though a person throws it; The stick flies, swiftly, feelingless To the bottom of the grass Where birds come to land on it And sit. I have seen sparks come out When two stones are rubbed, So perhaps it is not dark inside after all; Perhaps there is a sun shining Inside the stick’s bark A stick is a stick.
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