Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

The Flower-Fed Buffaloes - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing
And the prarie flowers lie low:
The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass
Is swept away by wheat,
Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by
In the spring that still is sweet.
But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
Left us long ago,
They gore no more, they bellow no more:--
With the Blackfeet lying low,
With the Pawnee lying low.

Comments about The Flower-Fed Buffaloes by Vachel Lindsay

  • Rookie Anus Head (1/19/2012 9:35:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this poem as much as a wank over Susan Boyle. Rather shallow and pedantic i'm sure you will agree. HM. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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