When Bison's Run Wild Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

Sometimes
When bison's run wild
Across the open plains
Of my mind
I can hear
Their thundering hoofs rumbling
Down the twisting, turning roads
Of my dreams at night

Sometimes
When bison's run wild
My memory fills
With herds of buffalo
On wide open plains
Keeping alive
That special place
I had painted
When I was young

Sometimes
When bison's run wild
I can almost hear
Their rumbling hoofs
Weaving and winding
Into my dreams at night
Waking me
In the early morning hours
With one hell of a migraine