1. Elephants<br />By: Marianne Moore<br />Uplifted and waved until immobilized<br />Wistaria-like, the opposing opposed<br />Mouse-grey twined proboscises’ trunk formed by two<br />Trunks, fights itself to a spiraled inter-nosed<br />Deadlock of dyke-enforced massiveness. It’s a <br />Knock-down drag-out fight that asks no quarter? Just <br />A pastime, as when the trunk rains on itself<br />The pool it siphoned up; or when- since each must<br />Provide his forty-pound bough dinner- he broke<br />The leafy branches. These templars of the Tooth, <br />These matched intensities, take master care if <br />Master tools. One, sleeping with the calm of youth,<br />At full length in the half day sun-flecked stream-bed, <br />Rests his hunting-horn-curled trunk on shallowed stone.<br />The sloping hollow of the sleepers body<br />Cradles the gently breathing eminences prone<br />Mahout, asleep like a lifeless six-foot <br />Frog, so feather light the elepant’s stiff<br />Ear’s unconscious of the crossed feet’s weight. And the <br />Defenceless human thing sleeps as sound as if<br />Incised with hard wrinkles, embossed with wide ears,<br />Invincibly tusked, made safe by magic hairs!<br />As if, as if, it is all ifs; we are at<br />Much unease. But magic’s masterpiece is theirs,-<br />Night, Knight <br />By: Anonymous. In kids pick the funniest poems by Lansky<br />“Night, night,”<br />Said one knight <br />To the other knight<br />The other night.<br />“Night,night, Knight.”<br />A Poem on the Wrong Track<br />By: Louis Phillips. In kids pick the funniest poems by Lansky<br />One day last winter,<br />A train caught cold.<br />It’s a true story,<br />Or so I’m told.<br />For one entire month<br />It stood in the rain,<br />Coughing and sneezing,<br />An achoo, an achoo, an achoo choo train. <br />DADDY<br />BY: Wendy L. Wilson. In Quiet storm selected by Lydia Omolola Okutoro<br />Here I sit, the day if your death<br />Memories of you flood my heavy head.<br />Times when all a little girl had to do<br />Was frown<br />To get what she wanted.<br />Spoiled like curdled milk,<br />I fester with disgust at the thought of <br />You gone.<br />What did they do to you<br />That made you leave us so soon?<br /> <br />At the Playground<br />By: William Stafford. In the place my words are looking for<br />Away down deep and away up high,<br />A swing drops you into the sky.<br />Back, it draws you away down deep,<br />Forth, it flings you in a sweep<br />All the way to the stars and back<br />-Goodby, Jill; Goodby, Jack:<br />Shuddering climb wild and steep,<br />Away up high, away down deep.<br />