Best Buffalo Poems
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 has vanished from the ground
Where cities and highways now abound.
They thundered across the fertile plains,
Those hardened hooves, those tangled manes.
elder's spirit born
white fur roams among brown capes
pale face prophecies
Alexander buffalo can’t dance even for grass.
His imbecilic jitterbug keeps leaving many nimble organists perplexed
Quickstepping really scares the unprepared viewer
While Xander yells, ‘Zumba!’
Legend or prophecy, one cannot understand
Beautiful woman, a warrior pure of heart
A message to all who seek peace, love and harmony
Seven sacred ceremonies
Sweat Lodge, naming, healing, adoption, marriage
Vision Quest for communicating with Him
Sundance for the well being of people of all nations
Harmony and Spirituality restored in the fourth age
White, Yellow, Red and Black, mankind
North, South, East and West, nature
The re establishment of respect and honor
Miracle Moon, a gift from the Great Spirit
Her seventh blessing to all nations, Chief Hiawatha
The time has come for all nations
A connection to the Great Spirit
Peace, love and harmony
If only we believe.
“I salute the light within your eyes where the whole
universe dwells. For when you are at the center within you
and I am at that place within me, we shall be one.”
---Chief Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux
Buffalo Bill
Stood in the rain and caught a chill
Was very ill and in some pain
He moaned and groaned…"This is a calamity, Jane!!"
This is the story of Buffalo Bill
An ordinary buffalo was he - until
A beautiful flower he saw on a hill
Instead of grazing
He just stood gazing
With joy the flower did him fill
Soon left behind was Buffalo Bill
The herd thinking he might be ill
Not knowing why he stood so still
The flower - swaying
To Bill was saying
Stay here forever Do say you will
Everyone heard about Buffalo Bill
First from Jack and then from Jill
They all went running up the hill
To see this flower
That had such power
To discover an ordinary daffodil
X
marked
the spot-
when sawbucks
were riding the range.
Watching a Buffalo Bills game Last night.
I was shocked to see a player down!
Lying on his back, to our surprise!
We hoped, You get up from the ground.
It was more serious then we knew.
As you were fighting for your life.
As the Nation prayed for you.
Praying you would live, not die.
Two opposing teams stopped and prayed.
Never witnessed on a football field.
Compassion and love were shown that day.
As Humanities finest hour, was revealed.
Michael Tor
Since his injury his Toys for Kids
Charity has received Six million
dollars more and is growing
at 6000 dollars an hour.
Please pray for Damar Hamlin
he suffered a serious injury
playing football for the Buffalo
Bills against the Cincinnati Bengals.
grazing in blue fields
majestic white buffalo
partly cloudy skies
thunderous stampede
men on black stallions give chase
deadly storms brewing
lown clouds gobbled up
glutenous storms have prevailed
buffalo extinct
There once was a time
During the long forgotten era
The frontier so majestic
In the age of the arrow
All the tools needed
The Earth would provide
Nothing went to waste
Considered creed to the tribe
A land vastly open
Natives once called it home
A place where the buffalo
Majestically once roamed
Free from democracy
Yet peace was achieved
Answering not to dictatorship
Acknowledging only self beliefs
Men were not kept in cages
They were not hung for display
The equality was unimaginable
Freedoms not experienced in the present day
The ignorance of our species
Is second to none
People actually follow rules
Placed in force by only one
Our industrial evolution
Has destroyed the land
Our lust for prosperity
Has tarnished this sand
The buffalo once roamed the planes
Standing oh so bold and tall
The natives had foreseen
The inevitable rise to fall
Prosperity brought damnation
Of an entire generation
Now we are the ones
Who try slowing immigration
The hypocrisy in our laws
Exposes the true foundation
Who are we to deny
Anyone into this nation
It has yet been noticed
By the ignorant youth
The basis of history
Rarely holds truth
In a place so very near
The buffalo once roamed
The land filled with life
Now stripped to the bones
With the right kind of ears
You might catch the tone
Heard only by the damned
The sound of nature's wrathful moan
Buffalo Dreaming
Watching out over prairies
No longer roam them
Eastern dam
A vast expanse of
Captive water
Long grass and reeds
Marshy acres where
Where the dike’s inadequacy
Overflowed
The hoarse call of
Mating geese
On flighty wings
Ducks plummeting
To a watery landing
A gilded Teal
A fledgling Heron
On awkward limbs
A Meadowlark
A Whippoorwill
Sweet breeze caressing
Gentle doe
Knee-deep in swamp
Gazing intently at
Shadowy rider
Perched contentedly on
Looming horse
High on a distant hill
Near Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan 1968
The one that got away
A girl who turned heads anywhere
Oh how I wish she would stay
As all could see we were the perfect pair
Sadly though she left without chase
And I could only watch perfection go
Mourning to see her flawless face
Combined with her natural glow
Reality struck me down like a hurricane
My perfect girl had up and gone
Feeling like a weak link of a chain
A game of chess a helpless pawn
Yet I still tried to keep in touch
With hope things would turn around
But sometimes you can do too much
Just keep your feet planted on the ground
Unsurprisingly the turn around did not prevail
My great white buffalo was gone for good
I became a sailboat with no wind to sail
And I prepared myself the best I could
Although life moves on I never will
So hopefully I'll see her again one day
For now though there's room to fill
Because she was the one that got away
Mystic buffalo;
king of the bison is seen,
grazing fields of gold
I spent all morning atop this tree
hacking away at its defenseless branches,
something expected of us average home owners.
Neighbors walk by and we share comments and smiles
of self approval.
The neighborhood is definitely looking better!
I work on purposely, relentlessly cutting and shaping from low
branches to high, seeming without care, but really without
honor.
I cut each lifeless, leafless limb and rationalize, the tree is dormant,
the sap is not flowing yet.
I snip and hack and think of what I have read of Native people.
Whether cutting reeds or killing buffalo they apologized and made
a commitment to use all they had gained completely.
I look at the large pile of branches I've made and think, the
apology is easy but what can I do with the pile
besides the rubbish bin?
A small act lacking in thought and commitment
added to millions like myself.
As I hack away I reflect that there is no one left to speak
for trees and buffalo and lily roots and that
we have gone far beyond apology.