Before The Wire

If I could climb to the top of the world
And see the past and all that was
I’d want to see the western plains
Before the wire.
The buffalo in their vast herds
So many that the dust lay thick
In air that would admit no sun
Before the wire.
Horse tribes wandering the knee high grass
Travois dragging all they owned behind
Horse herds all the wealth they cared for
Before the wire.
Villages along the streams
Raiding parties setting out
Painted dancers, fire lit
Before the wire.
The scene grows dim from the top of the world
The buffalo, Comanche fade
‘Til all is gently waving grass
Before the wire

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