Buffalo Dusk - Carl Sandburg

 
old buffalo - caleb mannan, 2014

old buffalo - caleb mannan, 2014

Buffalo Dusk - Carl Sandburg

The buffaloes are gone.

And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.

Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,

Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.

And the buffaloes are gone.

Carl Sandburg

Jenny Anne read this poem to the baby last night out of a book of children's poems illustrated by Arnold Lobel. I like Carl Sandburg, but I'd never read this poem, as far as I can recall. It reminded me of Cotton Kingfisher listening to the tales of Jacob Two Calves the Blood Indian, and wishing Old Man would bring them buffalo back. I guess that'll be in the Buffalo Dawn.