Author Information
Buffalo
Crests and troughs on the water surface
Gently ripple through the tranquil pond
As my buffalo and I walk across the marshland
On a journey back home--
if only we knew where home was
The reflected sunlight on the gently rippling tides shone so bright
Causing me to avert my gaze
From the glittery bright light that could possibly represent
Divinity
As if someone is looking down on me
And my kind buffalo
Someday my buffalo and I will go
From this peculiar place
of uncertainty
And one day we might find
Somewhere we could call home
But until then my buffalo and I
Will keep walking on by
Until these marshes bleed dry
Until the crests and troughs
Gently ripple no more
