When Buffalo's Cry

When Buffalo's Cry

A Poem by ROXANE DORSEY

Deep within the dry'st terrain,
Buffalo's reign.
The Bull is a handful.
Lay'n n waiting are his kin.
All women & children.

Grazing and bath'n til
night's in.
Camping in a Herd.
The Man preferred.
Buff'los on the go.

Riding in the jeep
Safari for fun, men
wit Guns.
Shoot'n to kill Buffalo Bill.
Aim--Pop, Pop Buffalo Stop'd
Lay'n dead, the herd scared
Flow'd Tears.

© 2017 ROXANE DORSEY


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Urban "living"... I used to take the 23 Downtown - worked as a teen (part time - after school) in the main post office for a year or so (was a poverty program). I remember mom was a shoe saleswoman at Epsteins - They always "played" with her hours ...to keep her down and part-time -
she got a nickel pay raise!... She worked as Quality Control at Martin's during WW2 - til the men came home. History ...lessons. Some men DID come home - others came and went.

Back then kids got beat (gang and otherwise) - and some died BUT most a*s-whuppings didn't carry today's permanence - who the hell had cars to drive-by?!?

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

ROXANE DORSEY

7 Years Ago

Again thanks for your nice reviews.

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ROXANE DORSEY
ROXANE DORSEY

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love poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..

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