A LONELY BUFFALO

There was a time when they roamed this land,

Thousands of buffalo were conquered by the world of man.

 Slowly, these beautiful beasts faded with the passing of each season,

Used and abused,  sadly, they have almost disappeared, 

A lonely Buffalo stands quietly by himself in his yard,

Wanting only peace while he looks out at the sky.

A friend, if only to have a friend to love and trust,

A tear in his eye as he dreams of what may be,

A lonely buffalo stands on his own but never alone.

Keith Garrett