Old Friends

So comfortable together, They now marched side-by-side, Though their hides were tough as leather, They strode along with pride... Their fiercesome tusks like scimitars, Their eyes as dark as night, With tiny twinkling nestled stars Inside them, shining bright... Their feet as tough as army boots Sent trembling through the ground... Like old friends, as if in cahoots, Just swaggering around... Defiant against any foe! Just bring it! If you dare! They'd fight them all, give blow for blow, As if they didn't care... The other creatures gave them space... Why make the giants mad? Why anger them, so they give chase... And lose the life you had? And so, the old friends swaggered by, Like playground bullies do... Bull elephants! Don't ask them why, If you know what's good for you... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Old Friends'. The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com