Run in the Plains

Thundering clambering beating bumbling

Creatures

Not dainty deer in an English wood

Buffalo

Buffalo driving the prairie to mud

Drinking the streams

Tearing up the grass

Like they will be torn up

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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