Jenna the elephant was so proud by Michael Healy

Jenna the elephant was so proud.


Jenna was an elephant, who came with Royal blood.

His father was so stately, the massive Arjuna was so good.

Jenna was quite shy but knew he had his duties.

Arjuna for many years had been the Royal transport,

Now the time had come for Jenna to take over.

Arjuna’s saddle was huge, decorated with jewels and gold.

Jenna had been fitted for his.  It was now built, but nothing like as bold

He had yet to earn his status, by carrying the Family Royal.

His rider was Majub, a wiry little chap.  He would show him how to toil.

The day came, at least for a practice.  He was to take the Royal boys to town.


Soon he was dressed in all his finery with his saddle fitted along.

He was feeling quite wobbly as the boys climbed on.

His tummy was rumbling and there was little he could do

Suddenly from the back came a tremendous rumble and ‘phew!!’.

Fortunately the boys thought it funny and held their noses tight.

Majub was not at all pleased and said, ‘good job not their father, right’


They set off for town walking slowly down the track

He must note the way so he could lead them back

The further he went the better he felt.  He held his head high with pride.

Majub also looked very smart, indeed he now felt proud

But seeing Jenna act the same, he said we should not yet be proud.

‘There is still much for you to learn’, he said out very loud.


Jenna realised Majub was right and they must be a team.

As they passed along this road with trees on either side

Something stirred within the bushes and Jenna watched his ride

Alarmingly, there was a family of lions that frolicked back and forth.

Majub turned to Jenna and held his rein most tight.


‘Just keep walking on’, he said.  ‘That really is a pride!!’

‘Yes, a pride of lions’, thought Jenna.

He was proud of his bravery.

Dr Michael Healy

Sounds like thunder by Joe Lyons

Sounds like thunder by Joe Lyons


The elephants come into view tramping down the track

Inbred in each of them they knew they’d be coming back

The ground shakes like an earthquake

With branches falling in their wake

Onward they tramp with never a backward glance

Single file never faltering they move like in a trance

There are so many elephants here it sounds just like thunder

Trees now a shake so bad, would it tear them all asunder?

It took more than an hour for the procession to pass

Moving forever forward they travelled on, in mass

Only the old bull moved warily his eyes missed nothing

Their pace raised smelling the river, where they’d soon be quaffing

A leopard stopped in front of them before scurrying away

The old bull trumpeted loudly as if to save the day

The river refreshing as they wash and drink their fill

Now crossing the river to where the land is greener still

They make their way to a place of safety where elephants can rest

In the past here they stayed with food and safety it will be best

Elephant migration is a sight to behold

For those lucky enough to see; these are the stories to be told