Day Of The Bison Poem by Ima Ryma

It is National Bison Day,
Something good from fed politics.
When Lewis and Clark made their way
Across the land eighteen oh six,
Millions of bison roamed great plains
With mighty rivers 'twixt and 'tween,
Bison flowed and roared as swept rains,
A wonder to be heard and seen.
But after Lewis and Clark, came
The white hunters who only sought
To kill bison for sport and game,
And soon the bison - they were not.

From past mistakes, can humans learn?
Today, slowly bison return.