Buffalo's

Old Timers tell me,
That the records once showed.
The prairie was alive,
With buffalos...

When the wagons moved west,
They moved before the eyes.
Like a great, black cloud,
On the horizon of the skies.

Far across the prairie,
With young ones on lead.
And running on hoof,
Came a great stampede.

The Indians used their hides,
For warriors that were bold.
With robes wrapped around,
It sheltered them from cold.

Corn was ground by stones,
With a pone of corn to eat.
And jerky made delicious,
Came from buffalo-meat.


E.P. 1908 - 1989