When Buffalo's CryA 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.
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1 Review Added on September 13, 2017 Last Updated on September 13, 2017 AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove 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..Writing
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