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April 29th, 2006
Yesterday I went to Ponca, Arkansas to see the Elk Center. My teacher knows that I'm a writer and drawer, so she asked me to write something about the elk and try to draw one too. Well, I wrote an elk poem. If you think about it, elk are pretty cool. I drew a picture of an elk bugling, and it's not bad. Oh if only I had a scanner to show you guys. Oh well.
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The morning awakens the bright yellow sun
The moon begins it's sleep as it's job is done
The birds call into the foggy plain
As the elk shakes the dew from it's dark mane
Like a siren for the Earth to begin it's rounds,
The elk let's out a beautiful bugling sound
Elk tilts it's head back and ears down,
Antlers are pressed flat and hooves firmly on the ground
The fog flows from the elk's mouth
The field seems to yawn and has no doubt
That it's time to be up and about
Mother Elk squeals in delight to her young
Daughter Elk licks her mother with her toungue
Father Elk and one of the Kings of the herd
Sings along beautifully with the morning birds
Father Elk is speaking to his kin,
In saying it's time for another day to begin
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