The American Buffalo
-When the grass was still long
And the sky was still blue,
All the birds would sing
As the North Wind blew.
-And on those Great Plains,
The ground would start to shake,
The trees would shudder,
And the rocks would begin to quake.
-What would be causing this?
For there was no thunder.
And the horse was to small
To make such a blunder.
-And on the horizon
A dust cloud would appear
You'd think it was a storm
So you continue to peer.
-As the cloud gets closer
The ground would shake even more
It moves into your bones,
Right down to your core.
-And out from the dust
A great beast would appear
And you'd look into his eyes
And see nothing of fear.
-And behind him came more
Came a thousand plus,
All trampling the grass
And kicking up the dust.
-What are these great beasts?
Who are large and shaggy,
Who have dark coats and horns
And skin not to baggy?
-They look like farm cows,
But they are much bigger
And the horns much shorter
And their coats much thicker.
-The creature's name eludes you
So you decide to follow
They lead you far away
And stop in a hollow.
-As you look down
At the creatures below,
You realize what they are
And they are the buffalo.
-The great American Buffalo
The grazers of the West
Are all but gone now
Shot down in their best.
-Humans have destroyed
What was once a vast breed
And are hopefully coming back
Back to the grass to feed.
-So keep this in mind
The next time you see
The great American Buffalo
Brought down to its knees.
