IN THE BUNKHOUSE WITH RED STEAGALL
Apr 21, 2020
2 minutes
The Last Buffalo
I sit at my desk and occasionally glance
At a buffalo skull on the wall
Was painted by a Hidatsa medicine man
If the ancient skull could talk at all.
He might tell me tales of the great grassy sea
On the bountiful Panhandle Plains
Or remember the nights ’neath a Montana sky
Or the cold of the Wind River rains.
Or he
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