The Indians would see and hear them from the hill where they would stand.
The mighty Buffalo, the gentle giants on the grasslands
You could see and hear the sound on the ground.
And the distant low thundering when they came around.
A massive beast, a graceful sight to behold
No doubt, the subject of the Tribe’s stories told
Mighty Buffalo grazing on the vast Prairie
A beautiful work of art and not one bit scary
The hunt was necessary to the Tribe’s society.
The Kiowa, Sioux, and brave Pawnee
Marking their arrows with a feather
Or some soft pieces of leather
Hunting no matter, the day, or the weather
Mighty Buffalo hunted to the brink.
They almost became extinct.
Mighty Buffalo, our past treasure
