The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring <br />In the days of long ago, <br />Ranged where the locomotives sing <br />And the prarie flowers lie low: <br />The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass <br />Is swept away by wheat, <br />Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by <br />In the spring that still is sweet. <br />But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring <br />Left us long ago, <br />They gore no more, they bellow no more:-- <br />With the Blackfeet lying low, <br />With the Pawnee lying low.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flower-fed-buffaloes/
