28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36

An Ode to Eden the Enigmatic Elephant

 

A mystery to one and all
A colourful massive beast
His wonder and his splendour
Spreads from the west to the east

Creator of the rainbow
Colours shot from his trunk
A magical conundrum
More pleasant then a skunk

And where there’s rain, and where there’s sun
You’ll find this jolly beast
Having his lion’s share of fun
At his giant moveable feast

And at the end of a long days work
He’ll leave a pot of gold
Payment for the Leprechauns
As it has been foretold

An Ode to Joshua the Jolly Elephant

Joshua the Jolly Elephant sure knows how to have fun
From the early morning to the setting of the sun

He’s always playing games and singing a song
If you’re in his presence you’ll be smiling before long

He is the CEO of the Fun Time Crew
A gang of animals where having fun ain’t nothing new

Every quarter they organise the fun time games
All the animals join in, even the ones with manes

They have running races and tunnel ball
Bobbing for apples and so much more

They have the best darn fun in the land
And as we know having fun is oh so grand

An Ode to Spout Trunk Sammy

 

His trunk is powerful and when used right
He always wins any water fight

His skin has a weird orange hue
From eating many carrots, his favourite food

He’s the only Pachyderm in the herd
To sport a beard and not look absurd

Because of this he is the leader
The alpha male, the big chief breeder

The key points that we can take from this
Is that growing a beard is not amiss

Everyone will know that you are a man
And not a woman who is called Sam

An Ode to Trevor Trumpet Face

 

He has big elephant ears and a trunk for a nose
He has a trumpet on his face and it looks like a hose

With every sneeze his big trumpet sounds
And the largeness of the volume knows no bounds

It scares away all the birds in the trees
That’s exactly what happens every time he does a sneeze

 

 

And here's a video of Mulga the Artist making Joshua the Jolly Elephant.
Completely and utterly beautiful.

Joel Moore aka Mulga the Artist, Sydney, Australia
www.mulgatheartist.com.au

Elephant for Elephant News

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Kayleigh Early, Hastings

9, 10, 11, 12 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25

Zelly, Hastings

8.

Ivory

Once the piano loses its tune,
And an ailment is falsely cured:
Who will drink from the moonlit pool?
Save the ghost of a great grey vagabond.

Robert Dennard, Hastings

7.

 

Michael Leigh, Brentwood

6.

Peter Quinnell, Hastings

2, 3, 4, 5

A life as an Elephant

BANG! Suddenly, another elephant comes crashing down. Our breed of elephant was under attack! Every year, 600,000 get killed. I am in the Savannah. It is lonely and the only company I have to escape with are my friends Leo, Theo and my calf, Thomas. Sadly my wife died for her tusks. We have planned that tonight we should make a quick escape and search long and hard through the desert until we find a place where nobody would dare to come-apart from us.

 As night fell, we headed off until we saw a safari. I think. But these people had guns so we stopped. Nervously I, Leo, Theo and Thomas crept like mice through the never ending Savannah. As we walked on and on and on we started to see some dead elephants lying on the floor with their skin scraped off and their tusks-gone! We realised this may be our final night so we made the most of it.

“Are we there yet?” called Thomas.

I replied “A couple more hours son, and we’ll be safe and sound.”

I was lying, I did not know when we would get there, if he would be safe and sound and how long it was going to be.

As we walked on I saw a drinking puddle so I let Thomas splash around and have fun while the rest of us had a little to drink.

 
“Ah, that’s better,” croaked Leo.

It was getting dark so we decided to have a little rest. At midnight, we were off again. One of us was missing! Thank god it was not Thomas.

“Where is Theo!” screamed Leo.

We all stopped. Before us, was Theo lying on the floor. Quickly, before we had time to feel sorry for Theo, we fled. If the poachers caught us then we would all be like poor Theo. When we got a good two hundred metres away we stopped. We were sadder than great aunt Petunia’s  death. A tear drizzled down all of our faces. It’s like the holocaust, one elephant dies, one escapes. One elephant dies, one escapes. I felt like we were not safe so we carried on.

Finally after a huge night it was daybreak. We all had a feeling that this was a lucky day. The sun exploded above the sand mountains with light. We walked on. Around we just saw sand. Just the yellow, pale, stony stuff known as sand. In front of us, in the distance stood some trees.

Thomas yelled “Look, look. Tree’s, trees.”

We were all so relieved. As we got there, we all made our selves at home. I guess it was all worth while. Hopefully here there will not be any poachers or dead animals. We are already getting ready for our first meal.

For me I learned I lesson from all of this, It was to pick were you want to live wisely, and you can be smarter than you think.   

 

 

Phoenix, aged 9, Notting Hill

1.

Thom Kofoed, Hastings