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The flower-fed buffaloes of the
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives
And the prairie flowers lie low:
The tossing, blooming, perfumed
Is swept away by wheat,
Wheels and wheels and wheels spin
In the spring that still is sweet.
But the flower-fed buffaloes of the
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 Pawnee lying low.
Vachel Lindsay
Nicholas Vachel Lindsay (November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931) was an American poet. He is considered a founder of modern singing poetry, as he
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