Elephants with Wings
Elephants are like man
Often wish for
Many things including wings
Elephants with their long memories
Never forget important things
How to dance
The ones they love
Where is the water
To drink and splash
They are simple creatures
Simple lives
Mourn their dead
And dream of flying
They aren’t birds
But are secured to the ground
And like man
Will have to find their way
As their world changes around them
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I find this very touching.
Typo in 3rd verse – “mourn”
Thanks for your comment and for pointing out my typo, seems my fingers have a mind of their own.
I also have always loved the fact that elephants have their own language …
Perhaps it is true that we each have our own language, and that is why we have so much trouble to understand each other? Thanks for your comment. I love elephants. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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true, men image things such as wings.
lovely magpie.
My first encounter with an elephant was at the zoo and later at the circus in town. At the Big Top they were freely and happily walking or running gaily, Outside the Tent or at the zoo they were continually gnashing away at long stalks of sugar-cane, crushing them and munching . When not performing ( at both places) their legs were chained. You could see their eyes wet like shedding tears. If only they could fly!
oh don’t you just want to weep for all the elephants
who knows when they will all be gone
loved reading this one Annell
Yes. So much truth in these words. Thank you.
I love elephants, too, Annell. A beautiful read is Kim Echlin’s Elephant Winter, about a young woman who spends a winter in a big barn looking after elephants and who comes to understand their language. It will make you weep.
i find elephants fascinating in their memories and family habits…they will have to make their way as we will though i think we each could learn a thing or two from the others…
Yes, I agree. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Moving, evocative, well written.
Oh, if we could slow the change. Well said.
So true, Annell. So true. I enjoyed thinking about this poem.
Your words have wings Annell….this is beautiful!!
Elephants are wonderful creatures, and I think I’ll have to read the story mentioned above. We would all like wings at some point, I think. Wonderful write, Annell,
Elizabeth
Ah and we will be in the plight. Trying to find our way as the world changes around us.
true, we all have to find our way
lovely lines
A very interesting post, and really very moving.