Bison
With grand wooly hump you proudly stand,
A Poseidon king, on green prairie sea that is this land.
Your low grunt and curly mane with blackened horn on heavy hoof,
For millenniums bestowed food, tool and roof.
iinii, hotoa’a, heneecee, tatanka or paskwawimostos.
Others name you Bison or Buffalo.
Noble sentinel you are, symbol of bygone time,
Remnant beast of a different paradigm.
By Clovis spear, Lakota arrow, Blackfoot lance,
You fell amidst the dust of pounding prance.
Rifles aimed with policy by men in distant suits,
Your kingdom dwindled to a conquerors relentless pursuits.
Empty plain, vacant coulee, highways on your trail,
Departed are days your thunder stampedes afore a gale.
By
Denny Ducet
