The creature has tusks of memory,
Thoughts of living a state of grace,
More hopeful than appeals to race,
A most merriment in serious reverie.
Gigantic in both size and thought,
A mind that truths might be known.
We know by behaviour that is shown,
Actions, behaviours of what is ought.
Not easily will he go away,
He occupies the bulk of the room,
Still, his wish is ever so fey.
The trumpet blast is such a boom,
It carries the message of this day.
Else why his gust is like a varoom?
Francis Conlon is a retired and recovering teacher. For the past 20 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger and boat inspector at Yampa River State Park in northwest Colorado. He has published in the local Valley Voice and in Westward Quarterly. He currently lives in Salt Lake City, Utah.