I miss the days when elephants
In giant herds would roam,
Up and down the hallway,
And in and out the home.
They’d dance around outside my door
While I was trying to sleep.
They’d bellow and they’d trumpet,
As I tried counting sheep.
But now the giant herd has gone
And the house is quiet and still.
And I miss them every single day,
And I think I always will.
© Copyright Philip Barton 23rd November 2021 All rights reserved.
