Fort Laramie

This prairie wind,

Chinook’s restless daughter,

Blows dried grass wigs

Over shells of senselessly-manic ants.

These are the plains

That fed the herds,

The greed and the

Dreams of men.

The plains endure;

The herds, the dreams

Are gone.

4/8/2002

Fort Laramie

This prairie wind,

Daughter of Chinook,

Blows dried grass wigs

Over the shells of manic ants.

 

These are the plains

That fed the herds,

That fed the dreams

And the greed of men.

 

The plains endure;

The herds,

The dreams

Are gone.

 

4/8/2002