Poem of the Day April 29
Buffalo Dusk
by Carl Sandberg
The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they pawed the prairie sold into dust with their hoofs, their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.
(This poem was read last night at our poetry jam, and I thought it was so beautiful, so I made it our poem of the day.)
posted by Krista Derbecker @ 11:56 AM
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