by Carl Sandburg
The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they
pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their
great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.
from A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children
selected by Caroline Kennedy
illustrated by Jon J Muth
Hyperion, 2005
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