Yansa Sea
Tall Grass bends beneath
undulating waves of gray brown
Mystic energy pulses through
the crisp dawning sky
Smell of sweat & acrid fear
The sound of the hunt Cry
mixed with the thunderous crashing
of Buffalo waves on prairie sod shores
Pony & warrior riding the crest
Arrow loosed finds its mark
deep within Yansa chest
Hunter’s cry of triumph
In harmony with the last bellow of death
as the waves of the Yansa sea
ebb & flow across the Tall Grass plains
© June 2003
** Yansa is the Cherokee word for buffalo**
Copyright © Catherine Devine | Year Posted 2005
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