What's going on here?

What's going on here?
Well Amanda and Emily both have goals to write more. Amanda wants to write a poem and a half a day for the next year, while Emily wants to write for National Write a Novel Month (NaNoWriMo), which is usually in November, but she is going to do it from now until her mission on May 18th. Here is were you can follow us in our goals! Leave comments, encouragement, and what ever else you feel like.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Angry Buffalo

He’s got hooves shaped in hearts.
Walking upon the ground with blood pumping through the dirt.
He’s got wooly words settling down on his spine.
 Like ever intrinsic waterfalls that gurgle and scream.
He’s got the jaw that hangs wide open
Breathing in the very steam of the Earth.
But he’s alone.
Walking the native lands of his native people
Head wagging from side to side staring horses and cows in the eye
And searching.
Searching for that one thing he’s heard about his whole life
That one thing that keeps him on the drive
The one thing that makes this wooly man beard shrink and turn up in a smile.
Yeah he’s been looking for it all over.
He’s wandered
And he’s rambled
And he’s still searching for that one thing.
And he thinks he’s finally found it.
He thinks this thing is finally in front of him.
But it never is.
It’s never the way he imagined it
And it’s never the way he was told.
And he always gets a sharp crack to his side
As the cowboys and tourists look him up and down
And he grumbles and moves along
Licking the wounds that are never quite gone.
Yes he thinks he’ll find it someday.
He must know
He’s just GOT to know
That his kind has all passed away.
All gone down to the Earth to fertilize these city streets.
I’m sorry but you ain’t never gonna find
What it is you were told.

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