The wind moves the grass likes waves on the sea
Deep blue skies and towering clouds of white
The great buffalo roam the plain's free
Above the sea of grass eagles sail in flight
Wild horses race with the prairie winds
As deer watch from a ridge so high
This beautiful sight only seen by the red men
Stretching farther then the crow flies
This great valley created by the great sprite above
Touched with all the colors in the world
Gently placed on this earth with his love
So thrilling to see it makes the mind swirl
Soon its wonder shall disappear and be no more
The white man will come with fences and barb wire
Changing this land and its great contour
Wanting only to build their own empire
The plow will cut the land and destroy the grass
The fences will halt the roaming buffalo and wild ponies
As the white man and his wagons on this prairie trespass
How could they against this land commit such larcenies
Surly the great sprite never intended for this to happen
The spoiling of his great master piece
This waste of beauty should be forbidden
But alas the white man will never cease
Edwin J. Smith
The Old Cowboy poet
Sept 21st 2009