Buffalo Tears


	BUFFALO TEARS With tears of sadness sprinkling the ground, We gaze across the valley that used to be a sea of brown. But now the land is still all that’s left of the mighty one, Is their wasted scattered bones bleaching in the sun. Slaughtered for their meat coveted for their hide, It makes our heart heavy and sad at the reason the buffalo died. They gave our people life they sustained us through the years, Now, all that is left are their memory and our tears. JRS © 5-4-00 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved