Although I have never seen it I dream with open eyes,

Wide open land where the wind travels along the dancing grass.

I dream while I’m awake of these things so long ago, now vanished,

The buffalo were many as they roamed the prairie land so beautiful.

Disappeared did they with the years that passed into today,

Wolves and wild horses once would run beyond the wild frontier.

The Indians land was stolen, once free then cornered, they fought,

I think of this and remember from what I see in my thoughts,

There was at one time a beautiful frontier before man took it away.

Keith Garrett

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