by Brooke Enbom aged 9

Competition Runner Up

What’s that noise? What’s that sound?
The earth is trembling, we look around.
And there he is so big and great,
I’m so small, I could be his dinner on a plate.

His ears look like huge pancakes and fans,
You can see them anywhere on the hills and lands.
Instead of a nose swings a long trunk,
When it gets really how, he like to take a dunk.

Stomp! Stomp! is the sound his feet make.
He doesn’t sleep much, he prefers to stay awake.
He truly is a magnificent sight,
with his gleaming tusks and incredible height!

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