Without further ado, here's his poem.
The Swale
by Arlo We have a swale on the side of our school.
Water runs in it and people run on it.
I think it’s cool and so do my friends
So we’ve managed to not hurt it—-not a dent.
Not a hit
Not a smack
Not a slap
Not a bang.
So I think it’s cool and so do my friends
So this is where my poem ends.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nAH3kCOWKk-kVC4GHSiEMslzyspLy_svo27jIvGcEEovw9uLG-n-59f6KwU9v9Rt3dwXokNSusE9T5TnNeOhSCjTpBYfkVbqOvHCx_L3fhd32j1Ypqg3acT8mW_jW0UTFg3w87Xkws0/s320/Arlo+raingarden.jpg)
Arlo and the rain garden
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