there were great herds <br />of buffalo then... <br />racing wildly across <br />the plains, <br />bodies painted, <br />ponies nostrils flared, <br />bow and arrow ready... <br /> <br />to the victor <br />the spoils... <br />a prayer of gratitude <br />to the spirit <br />of the beast.... <br />meat for the long winter... <br /> <br />maybe even a taste <br />of raw liver... <br /> <br />there were great herds <br />of buffalo then... <br />when the people <br />of the earth <br />were free!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-herds/
