There’s a place, not known to thee
Where the forest grows some elephant trees
Were they once vines? I’ll never know
Did Jack’s Giant put on a show?
For the trunks branch down from heaven
There’s not one, ten, or even seven
Many elephants turned into wood
At least that’s what I see, what I understood
The forest of snouts is a miracle to see
A good place to climb or get down on one knee
The sun shines through a waving breeze
I hope all of those elephants never have to sneeze!
© E.M. Kingston, 2022 ~ All Rights Reserved.
Written for Stine Writing’s Simply 6 Minutes
I didn’t get many words on this one, as I am not usually a rhyming poet 🙂