Great Herds

there were great herds
of buffalo then...
racing wildly across
the plains,
bodies painted,
ponies nostrils flared,
bow and arrow ready...

to the victor
the spoils...
a prayer of gratitude
to the spirit
of the beast....
meat for the long winter...

maybe even a taste
of raw liver...

there were great herds
of buffalo then...
when the people
of the earth
were free!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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