They are the hardiest of all breeds
Surviving throughout the centuries.
Once the ruler of the vast flat plains,
And some within the forests tall trees.
Hunted by the Red Men of the west,
And yet worshipped as a gift to them.
For the Gods knew their true nature,
The Red Men listened to their Spirits.
They supplied all that they needed,
To survive a life on the open plains.
A statuesque beast roaming so free,
A symbol of true power and freedom.
Not even the cruelty of the white man,
Could conquer these lovely animals.
So today when we think of survival,
In the very perilous world of today.
Just reflect on those great horns,
And hoofs still churning the plains.
The great Buffalos live on today,
To give us a hope for all mankind.
That with a true and valiant heart,
We can live and survive anything.
T. Michael Daly