Elephant

The elephant lay with his trunk
wallowing in the bay
while keeping an eye
on the sleeping crocodile
that lay opposite him.
His eye gazed at the wind farm
whose great blades turned
generating awesome power
far out in the bay
as the clouds of evening tide
floated aimlessly across the sky.

12 August 2012

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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