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An Elephant Poem
By Noah, Bexley Grammar School in Kent
Wanted for their tusks.
To be made into ivory.
A beautiful substance.
Desired to be jewellery.
The mighty elephant,
Big and strong.
The gracious giants
Stand together in their throng.
The silhouette of tusks, sniffing the musk,
Writhing around in the twilight, the dusk his doom,
The glint of rifle sight
Searching for their target in the failing lights.
That gracious Titan.
The elephant.
Comes crashing to the ground.
Their elegant tusks thrown on the mound.
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