Nomads of the Plains


...and a herd of elephants came trumpeting through
Where they are going, lumbering behemoths, they move.
Nor sand, nor wind, nor breadth of time
Can delay their endless quest to quench their thirst.
They stop only long enough to bid adieu
To a fallen youngster too weary to walk to journey's end.
They must plod on forty miles and more
Their destiny imprinted in their genetic code.
These magnificent nomads of the plains,
Tail-to-trunk they wearily march on.
Their Destiny wrapped in rituals only the Matriarch
Knows what end's in sight (but she does know).
They soldier on through triumph and adversity
They soldier on and on an on...