Bison Poems - Poems about Bison

clumps of blow on fur side to side their heads plow snow in Yellowstone...

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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, I cannot come over for my play date today. Maybe you...

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the bison great fur keep him stay warm in winter very amazed at...

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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 be busted up by a bison Better believe it!...

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It is odd that I have made it this many years without the knowledge that I needed a bison belt. Hank’s sells one with a one hundred year warranty. My parents should have given me one fifty years ago. But I’m going to live forever, so I figured, sure, why not. They need to up...

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

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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 treating bison that way was ‘mean.’ And the Forest Service took...

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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 saw a great bison grazing on grass, just outside of the...

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...Bob’s gun went off with a resounding bang, the bull lurched, then slumped slowly to the snow. Bob let out a loud cry of primal joy, and down to his kill the three of us did go. He gave up a short chant in the Pawnee tongue, then pulled out his knife and got to work, Gus called in to let...

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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 days, it really is quite an experience, but the price is much...

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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 still clung to me, fearful of harm. Under a shade tree...

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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 hooves. The hunters are visible now, and the bison are panicked, but it's...

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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 and dominant as any species that came before you ... Yet in...

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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 blind my days out of sight Struck by thunder a prey...

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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 for the manoeuvring collisions Water off a boats back Undisturbed water...

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