A Buffalo Nickel - Poem by Juan Olivarez
It used to be that a buffalo nickel,
Could buy you lots of things.
An ice cream cone, or just a pickle,
What memories this coin brings.
A buffalo was on one side you see,
And an Indian on the other.
That was the most beautiful coin to me,
A buffalo and a red brother.
And back then a nickel was worth a lot,
And you didn't need so much.
You could buy something for the dinner pot,
Or just a piece of fudge.
Some years ago they tried to bring,
That nickel back again.
But it wasn't at all the same old thing,
It looked cheap, and just, well, plain.
If you've got one, hold tight to it,
Don't ever let it go.
It used to keep this nation fit,
I guess thats why I miss it so.
5/6/11 Alton Texas
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