Ngorongoro Bull Poem by Denis Martindale

I knew not where he headed to,
That elephant so proud
And yet he strode that journey through
As long as God allowed...
Two tusks a-swinging dead ahead
Reflecting light above,
As on he marched, unwashed, unfed,
As if air proved enough...

His hips swayed left, his hips swayed right,
His tail swished to and fro,
His ears flapped gently with delight,
His trunk just dangling so...
Almost as if he danced along,
No need for music's touch,
With just the rhythm not the song,
Content to stay as such...

No circus show for me to see,
Yet what a sight he was,
That gentle giant's harmony
Thrilled me and all because,
He taught me how to savour life,
Live large and unafraid,
To overcome each fear and strife,
With confidence displayed...


Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2015.


Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.