Merle W. Kinne
Threads Of Steel
Threads of steel across the land as far as eye can see,
With barbs that rip and tear the flesh of cattle, horse and me.
Not long ago this land was owned as far as you could see
By God and the government; and myself made three. We got along real peaceful, no fence to mark our lot;
We understood each other ... respect was ne'er forgot.
Then hooves and wagons charged across our still and peaceful land;
The buffalo were slaughtered ... it all got out of hand. The Indian lost his hunting