My Secret Life

I have a dream often that I am a baby African forest elephant, 
I keep it a secret, and in my dreams I roam dripping rain forests;
    I was born at dawn near a wild stream cascading over rocks,
the first sounds I heard were birds chattering in the trees, loudly.

         It was quite a shock falling to the ground like that and I was stunned,
then, I felt something nudging me, and nudging me, get up, get up;
   so, on wobbly legs I stood up and looked up and up, wow she is tall,
I've been following her around for days now, but still not sure of anything.

          Except, I know this huge beast is my mother, and she loves me,
but what exactly am I, trying to do everything she does but I fall down a lot;
   I have these things that look like wings, maybe I can fly, nope can't fly,
I have become quite clingy and not just to mother but all the others too.

        Whenever I wander off to explore they bring me back to them quickly,
with a snort and flick of their long, long nose, hey, I have one of those;
   oh, if I wish I was like them, big, strong, intelligent, with a good memory,
to find water along journeys taken before and our endless vegetarian food. 

       But, I am just a baby still and have years to learn to be an elephant,
in my secret dreams I swim in rivers brown with clay and walk miles and miles;
    in my Saharan African home, I think in my secret dream I will stay a little,
a baby African forest elephant exploring . . . 
 
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January 19, 2019


Poetry/Personification/My Secret Life
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Written for the contest, If I Had A Secret Life
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger

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