Friday, April 29, 2011

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 wanted to make it the poem of the day.)

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