|Oft' in the breeze I seem to hear
The thudding stamp of hoofbeats clear
The Shaggy Legions deafening din,
Resounding mildly in the wind.
I turn my retrospective eye
A-down the years, and there descry
A spreading continent's greatest plain
With mighty herds that on it reign.
Urged by the season's bi-annual change
Those scattering herds upon the range
Group into one; and venture forth,
As to the season, south or north.
Within my mind they seem a most
Monstrous, formidable, innumerable host
Living billows which constantly roll
Across plain, valley, hill, and knoll.
This freedom-loving, roaming breed
Fell-sacrificed to white man's greed
Yet oft' in the wind I seem to hear
Their haunting hoofbeats passing near.
Stanzas For Kansas
Leonard Allen Prowant
(Wichita, Kansas: __. 1937) Page 19