RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Eating Out At The Elephant Bar - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fans from Africa, cooling off patrons as they sit and eat
Walking through and looking around sends adventurous peace
to the bone.
Always having wanted to go to Africa, knowing I never can,
makes me feel a little wishful inside.
This atmosphere is quiet, friendly, elephant-like, as it's
Walking on through, sitting down outside on the patio, it
feels friendly, like you are going into the jungle in your
Sitting under an umbrella, we order a meal and as we sit,
wait and talk, the sprinklers go on and get my friend all
We had to move to another seat because wet is not what she
wanted to be when going to work.
All in all, the food was good, expensive, yes, but good
because it was shared with a friend.
Whatever memories I have left, I hope they will be all as
nice as this one is.
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