THE LAST OF THE WOOLLY MAMMOTHS
DRAGGING ITS CLUMSY,STONE AGE, ELEPHANT FEET,
SEARCHING, SCOURING FOR FOOD
WISHING FOR ANOTHER TO MEET.
WANTING, WISHING FOR THE END,
NOT TO BE AS PAINFUL AS EXPECTED,
ITS HEAVY HAIR PULLING ITS ARCH BACK BEND.
HEARING THE SOUND OF ANCIENT SCREAMS,
BRINGING NIGHTMARES OF OLD PAST TIMES,
LONELY AND WILD, HAVING NO MEANS.
THEN SUDDENLY! IT STOPS IN ITS ARCTIC TRACKS,
IT HAS HEARD THE DREADED, SCALDING HORN,
GOD'S CREATURE OWNING WHAT EVERY CAVEMAN YEARNS AND LACKS.
THE SCENT OF BURNING HUNGER DRAGS THE MEN,
ITS BONE, ITS FUR, ITS FLESH, ITS TUSKS
MAKING PROGRESS, EDGING AWAY FROM THE DEN.
SPEARS AND CLUBS AND NETS UPRIGHT SO HIGH,
IT HAS NO MEANS OF ESCAPE, ACCEPTS ITS FATE,
TO THE SUN AND MOON, THE CREATURE SAYS GOODBYE.
THE WEAPONS DANCE NEARER, GLINTING IN THE SNOW
THEY FLY THROUGH THE AIR LIKE WINGS, SO FAST,
THEY HIT THE MAMMAL WHO'S READY TO BOW.
THE LAST BREATH OF ITS LUNGS, PUNCTURED, DONE
TEARS FALLING FROM THE BEWILDERING EYES
IT SANK TO THE FLOOR, DEAD AND GONE.
© LOUISE LORD (13)
KIRKHAM GRAMMAR SCHOOL
This poem was written by my eldest grand daughter whilst she was at school. She is now at university studying for a degree in fine Art.Gillian
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''What will survive of us is love.''Philip Larkin
Subject: The Last of the Woolly Mammoths by Louise Lord 
Mon 10 Dec 2007 - 15:22
