My brother Stockton is my poet,
My brother Stockton really knows it.
With rhymes so great and words so real,
Inventing things I can almost feel.
With some inverted colors and presidential aliens,
My brother's world sparks my imagination.
Add, subtract, solve mysterious letters,
Creating worlds to make them better.
My brother Stockton's the frugal one,
Saving money, stickers, and so on.
But spending words for use in poems
I love the world my brother roams,
He loves poetry so very much,
Words flower with my brother's touch.
I love my brother Stockton's poems,
I love the world my brother roams.
--Maysen Smith
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