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The Flower-Fed Buffaloes
Vachel Lindsay (November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

The Flower-Fed Buffaloes

The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing
And the prairie flowers lie low:—
The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass
Is swept away by the wheat,
Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by
In the spring that still is sweet.
But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
Left us, long ago.
They gore no more, they bellow no more,
They trundle around the hills no more:—
With the Blackfeet, lying low,
With the Pawnees, lying low,
Lying low.

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Comments (1)

I enjoyed this poem as much as a wank over Susan Boyle. Rather shallow and pedantic i'm sure you will agree. HM.