The Buffalo Skinners
20 June, 2000
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
Once great herds shadowed the land
Moving like clouds on the plain
From the mountaintops they were endless
The great buffalo owned the land
And the child watched
The victory was theirs in vastness and amounts
Food for the hungry in plenty
Slowly the herds moved onward
Giant clouds passing in the land below
And the young boy watched
The hunters came and took what was needed
Food, shelter and warmth was provided
Nothing was wasted
Everything blessed
And the boy watched
Something changed, slowly at first
As the herds seemed smaller each year
And as they moved past, death could be seen
The carcasses of the wasted lie in rot
And still the boy watched
Then winter came and the clouds seemed to cease
No more shadows covering the plains
What once was plentiful, now was not
His children were hungry and cold
And a young man watched
The mountain seemed colder then it had been before
And the plains lie naked beneath
Not one buffalo remained
Just skulls of the past, as reminder
And an old man hung his head in shame
------- Author's Notes -------
A fellow poet gave a list of subjects and of this I picked and wrote on the subject |
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| Kristen () -- Sunday, July 2 2000, 06:00 am Damn! Crying feels good, but doesn't bring them back. Love you sweetie, you ol softy you...K |
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