The Flower-Fed Buffaloes
by Vachel Lindsay
by Vachel Lindsay
The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
In days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing
And the prairie flowers lie low;
The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass
Is swept away by the wheat,
Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by
In the spring that still is sweet.
But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
Left us long ago.
They gore no more, they bellow no more,
They trundle around the hills now more:-
With the Blackfeet lying low,
With the Pawnees lying low.
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