Buffalo Poems - Poems about Buffalo

...No one’s exactly sure how this buffalo in the 1960s Found its way to live in the heart of the city How it separated from a sky stampede How the great beast dropped its guard and refused to riot W......Read the rest...

...During the Civil War, money came late, Indians starved, left to their fate. Two braves came across a white farmer's food. They were hungry and stressed and in a bad mood. Little Bear picked up ......Read the rest...

...The cold breeze on my face. Treetops whooping it up. The wild swoosh of wind. The first bolt of lightning and crackle of thunder… My dad remembers several feet of snow - a wall of solid whit......Read the rest...

... They thundered across the fertile plains, Those hardened hooves, those tangled manes, But now the Buffalo can't be found. They thundered across the fertile plains. The long grass h......Read the rest...

... “The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog ” ~attributed to Mark Twain The only "reels" I watch on Facebook are ones about animals, mostly dogs and ......Read the rest...

...brother buffaloes wait for us on the plain we give thanks to our father sky Apaches will eat well tonight the hunt begins......Read the rest...

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...I will always hate the colour orange. Consider: Last meeting was on promoting sales of necklaces, The folder given was orange. Going home was a one-lane affair, An orange sign stated, “Works Ah......Read the rest...

...Present Unwrapped Plan for tomorrow live for today the moment redeeming future caches Say what you mean do what you say the circle enclosing — truth on display (Dreamsleep: Februar......Read the rest...

...It’s Howdy Doody Time! It’s Howdy Doody Time! If you know this rhyme so nifty, Your childhood was probably in a fifty. Remember the advertisers promoting color TV? This was when we all had bla......Read the rest...

...It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and we’re all strangel......Read the rest...

...Problematic punctuation How could it be , mother dear , on my forehead , is it your Biloxi ? I had an entire morn, in good mourning, leaving for good, still it could! and in so many ways it is true,......Read the rest...

...The black cloud Sounding like a herd of buffalo rampaging through a valley. In its... ! . deep... DARK, trembling tenor voice... It spoke- Thunder!......Read the rest...

...As one of the seven traditional priests takes the horn of the buffalo and fills anointing oil in it. other priests surround the crown prince while making some incantations to heavenly God cal......Read the rest...

...For Papa That monster inside us devouring the past Our memories hunted most recent to last No mercy is shown us as darkness creeps in Today and tomorrow —lost into the wind (Tribute To......Read the rest...