Elephant Song - 1/11/2002

Wrote this while thinking about teaching similes next week. It continues a theme begun by my pencil-box.



He trundled slowly
like an elephant
Down the rows and
Rows of childish stares
His voice grew loud as if
It were trumpeting
A call to arms-
But then
Died down
As he waved his arms vaguely
Like an old leathery trunk
Grasping for peanuts
In the air.