Uncle Elephant raised his trunk.
"VOOMAROOOM!”
I raised my trunk. "VOOMAROOM! "
We were the king and the prince.
We were trumpeting the dawn.
~ from Arnold Lobel’s Uncle Elephant

Big as a house …
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old, and tall.
If ever you'd met me
You wouldn't forget me.
~ from J. R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Ring

It was a picture of a boa constrictor
digesting an elephant.
~ from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince

and lifts his trunk over the heads of the little
men who want his teeth or his hide or his flesh
or his amazing strength, Pilate trumpeted
for the sky itself to hear, “And she was loved.”
~ from Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon

they come, garlanded with morning glory and wisteria
blooms, trombones all the way down to the river.
Thank you the quiet
in which the river bends around the elephant’s solemn trunk …
~ from Ross Gay’s Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude

are almost as wonderful as elephants, and even Melville said that the delicacy of a whale’s tail is “only equaled by the daintiness of the elephant's trunk.”
~ from Herman Melville’s Moby Dick (and yes that is a submerged elephant sticking his trunk out of the water)

of the memory: not of the tortured cry of the elephant, but of the being of the elephant, of the towering, immense creature and the meticulous touch with which it had tended its friend at the end.
~ from Lois Lowry’s The Giver

particularly moving,” said Sister Marie, “and portentous, yes, although I am forced to admit that I myself have yet to dream of an elephant. But I wait and hope. One must wait and hope.”
~ from Kate Di Camillo’s The Magician’s Elephant

of arati lamps circling in the darkness, because of bhajans being sweetly sung, because of elephants standing around to bless, because of colorful murals telling colorful stories, because of foreheads carrying, variously signified, the same word – faith.
~ From Yann Martel’s Life of Pi