Once the buffalo <br />roamed the plains <br />by the millions, and once <br /> <br />flocks of passenger pigeons <br />blackened our skies, and the salmon <br />ran so thick in the Klamath River <br />you could reach your hand in <br />and pull one out, and once <br /> <br />there were forests <br />of magazines <br />where a writer could make <br />a buck with his stories and poems...<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-15/
