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I walk the lands freely, yes, this is my home
Over fields of green, through the plains, I roam
In the hills of the Dakotas, tis where I’m alive
Basking in the sunlight, just hoping to survive
See, the hunters find me an appetizing treat
And it’s only so fast I can run on these feet
So, cautiously I’ll wander, like a lonesome waif
Looking for a place, where I’ll finally be safe
November Writing Prompt – The Dakota plains – Day 23/30
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We have buffalo not far from us on a farm, just 3 or 4. Magnificent animals!
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Dwindling. Man better wake up.
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An excellent poem with a necessary message
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Thank you very much, Derrick 😊
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😦 if it wasn’t for humans on the planet things would be a whole lot more peaceful
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Perhaps, but the animals must eat, too, and that never goes quietly 😉
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