The Flower-Fed Buffaloes
The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing
And the prairie flowers lie low:—
The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass
Is swept away by the wheat,
Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by
In the spring that still is sweet.
But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
Left us, long ago.
They gore no more, they bellow no more,
They trundle around the hills no more:—
With the Blackfeet, lying low,
With the Pawnees, lying low,
Lying low.
Vachel Lindsay, "The Flower-Fed Buffaloes" from Going-to-the-Stars. Copyright © 1926 by Vachel Lindsay. Reprinted by permission of Estate of Vachel Lindsay.
Source:
Going-to-the-Stars
(1926)
