Young Gorilla Poem by Denis Martindale

The young gorilla looked around
At all there was to see,
As well as hearing every sound,
All things a mystery...
How could he know the future years
That he was yet to live,
Till one by one each then appears,
With all each has to give?

This day, no plans could bless his soul,
His fate but here and now,
He merely served his childhood role
And all it could allow...
But years progress, they serve their time,
Till he stands tall and strong,
A mighty creature, quite sublime,
Defiant all day long...

What human could control him then,
Subdue the beast within?
His power could defeat most men
And make each one give in...
But left alone, he could do well,
Content in heart and mind,
Content to be a miracle
Apart from all Mankind...


Denis Martindale, copyright January 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.