Best Bison Poems

Dressed in my shaggy brown coat
I stand nearly six feet
at my shoulders
and weigh almost a ton
My brethren and I 
once roamed the prairies
in herds of millions
grazing on its grass
which fed and nourished us
for tens of thousands of years

Running at speeds of 
over thirty five miles...

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dawn time leaves

steamy breath on the window ~

a bison snorting...

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A cumulous herd,
Roams a prairie atmosphere:
Thunderous stampede....

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Strictly still in the marina
Loving and toying with the pier fingers
Shes a heavy, long boat
An old worker
Modern and comfort slipped with no disturbance into the workwomen
Her engine starts with aggressive industrial baritone chugging
Before oozing into the canal with the grace of a disgruntled elderly woman
Designed...

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Not so long ago ...
your numbers darkened the west
a noble profile of strength and pride
and the epitome of the innate, free, pioneering spirit
that your country was founded upon ...

It is said that single
groups of your kind painted the
plains in numbers that spanned from
state-to-state, as powerful...

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“Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam …” —Dr Brewster M Higley VI


Oh, give me a home ...
where the big bison bellow,
bellowing in beautiful
bucolic backgrounds,
backgrounds begging
backpackers beware,
beware of being beset by
big bison bellowing!

Beset by a bison?
Bison basics best behavior—
Better to back up bovine-like
than...

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A cloud descends from the sigh of a beast
Covering the valley with a steaming thick mist
A hundred years after his charge in a stampede
The tremors reverberate the spirit in his hide

A hard pillow on a bed of thorns
I toss and turn on mystical horns
I lay...

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...I must’ve passed out not long after that,
in the hospital people did say
that bison and bull went for ten minutes,
before the tired, and both slunk away.

The people called it the best rodeo
that any of them had ever seen,
some hippies protested, what else is new,
they said...

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He crouches behind the camouflage,
watching - waiting - quiet - still,
just one of many,
all eyes on the horizon,
hearts pounding - expectant - eager - patient.

First there appears the thin line of dust,
then distant thunder,
growing louder and louder,
until the ground trembles
with the pounding of a million...

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In pre-historic times
Man painted on walls
the things he wished
for.Food.Success
So holy was this act 
it migrated to churches.
Success.Power.
What we wish for.
Eastern art contains
natures elements.
A mountain.A river.
Our peaceful dreams.
Art is important.
Everybody loves it....

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Massive heads dipping low to the ground,
teeth cropping every last blade of grass,
shaggy beasts that don’t hurry for anything,
the giants have no need to move fast.

I perched myself against the corral fence,
holding my four-year-old son in my arms,
he gazed, en rapt, by the lumbering beasts,
but...

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I was drifting west through old Wyoming,
to see if ranches were hiring,
it had been some weeks since I’d gotten work,
sought a new scene to see what it might bring.

I was somewhere just east of Yellowstone,
the sun settled, it soon would be dark,
in the shadows I...

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Brutish bison stepped on my left foot today
Making me less merry, forcing me to delay
It weighed a ton, so what could I do?
I yelled “Get off of my tennis shoe!”

Skittish bison got startled and galloped away
My toe is broken, bleeding, its nail is turning gray.
So,...

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There’s this bison ranch in west Nebraska,
not all that far away from the Pine Ridge,
most of the time they make money off meat,
though when the weather gets colder than a fridge

they like to offer folks a private hunt,
to take a bison, just like the old...

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Bison buy some but ain't no more
General Sherman closed the Great Plains’ store...

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