The King of Ceps


Mushrooms thrive in the summer
and grow in the fall.
They live between tree roots, as I recall,
kept in dark twilight realms, the King of Ceps stands proud and tall
as he looks down at Earth
so crowded, so small.

So smooth, so soft
he survives the frost.
He is as strong and big as a very large brig
as he looks down at Earth
so crowded, so small.

He matches the trees
and blends in with the leaves
as efts crawl at his base with ease
as he looks down at Earth
so crowded, so small.

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I live in Salem, OR, and am eleven years of age. I go to Abiqua Academy and I am in the sixth grade. This poem was originally an assignment as a fall poem. I wrote this one about mushrooms because I have such a strong passion for them. I've loved them since pre-school and I was inspired by "Dark Emperor," a poetry book about the night; one of them is called "The Mushrooms Come!" I recited that poem four times in front of my old school. I also love lizards and other reptiles and amphibeans. I hope you enjoy this poem!