From Prairie Schooner
Killdeer screaming over the flowing acres
Of bronze grass now the buffalo are gone
Make a wide eery silence. In the midst of crying
April has come, but madow flowers alone
Spring up to greet her. No more the hooves will thunder
Of bison moving northward in the spring.
No more the violet by wet black muzzles
Will be cropped under—a long silence follows
After the flashing and exultant wing.
Reprinted from Prairie Schooner Vol XV No 1 (Winter 1941) by permission of University of Nebraska Press. Copyright 1941 by the Wordsmiths of Sigma Upsilon.