Behind the grassy fields that lie beyond the deserts all the buffalo gather, to eat the plentiful plants roaming about like wanders, with an age old trail back and forth they come, roaming through plains always returning in their great thundering stampede real thunder, as the ground shakes tearing up the earth quit then settles the newly tilled land, after the herds are gone up and over mountains, across valleys until they reach everytime they go only so far, turn around and come back to the buffalo it is their lives, their hearts that keep them going to mankind we see fields and lost crops, but to me I see the buffalo ever so beautiful, so powerful only follows the creators wish January 1, 1994 11:14pm ©1995
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