Abigail Bryant: Poems

19.9k · May 2012

Abigail Bryant May 2012

One day my brother and I walked the path to the Mango Tree
I was so happy to go see my friend the mango tree.
How ever my brother was not…
“What’s so great about a stupid ol’ mango tree it’s never done anything for me!”
“SHH!” I said scornfully “She has feelings too, and she has done much for you. She has given us her fruit to fill our bellies and shade for free.”
But my brother didn’t listen to me,
He stubbornly went and kicked the tree repeatedly.
And yelled “Mango Trees do NOT have feelings!”
The tree shook violently and out from under it’s leaves dropped a bright green mango SMACK right on my brothers head and he fell dead.
Another juicy plump mango dropped at my feet like the Mango Tree was thanking me.
I picked it up and sat beside my senseless brother by the Mango Tree while devouring my mango and enjoying the silent scenery.

2.0k · May 2012

And so they would be sold

Abigail Bryant May 2012

And so they would be sold

We stalked the dusty terrain as the sun set to dusk
The air hung hot and heavy with much animal musk
We almost called it quits but we spotted the Ivory tusks

The setting sun shone upon turning them yellow gold
And the great beast who carried them was many a years old
And so they would be told
And so they would be told

With a charge we hasten down the hill.
Ropes flung but the beast still had will.
And I aimed my rifle to the climatic ****.

The shot rumbled across the twilight sky and the elephant had died.

The majestic body to the ground it rolled.
When they stole the Ivory tusks came over me a lonely cold.
And so they would be sold.
And so they would be sold.

— The End —