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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Elephants Journey

Dust like a London blush surrounds,
it transports migrating creatures
to the face of far off mars,
where they war against grit laced
elements to reach an elders memory,
an oasis sprung up amid callous death.
Dark eyes set deep into miniature
grey bodies blink blindly as they
walk carefully behind
a steadfast mother, each cry heard
and replied to by a weary
trumpet of her own.
Deep beneath her determined flesh
she knows the value of each day,
the spite in every hour
as across these torrid plains a herd
becomes one creature;
connected in the physical
- trunk to tail, trunk to tail -
and connected in the spiritual
-tears to loss, tears to loss-

2 comments:

CathM said...

Loved these lines:

“Deep beneath her determined flesh
she knows the value of each day...”

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

These words contain so much truth, Sarah!

"Deep beneath her determined flesh
she knows the value of each day,
the spite in every hour
as across these torrid plains a herd becomes one creature"