Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.And the buffaloes are gone.
—from “Buffalo Dusk” by Carl Sandburg
Happy to say they’re not, in fact, gone for good.
Saturday in These Parts
Second shelf from the top
Today, Some Trees
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