Straying from the buffalo band
Lost in a swirling storm o’ desert sand
I now sit alone alongside the river grand.


Amiss in breaking with the pack
Warmth o’ the fold is the feeling I lack
As the sun relentlessly beats upon my back.


Eagerly I await the familiar sound
Droplets o’ rain feeding the thirsty ground
When down to earth the monsoons do pound.


Hungrily I long for vast open fields
Grasses upon which to graze the rain yields
And what a powerful blow the weather wields.


Dreamily I stare at the desert sand
Yearning the thunder o’ the buffalo band
As I lie forlorn on the bank o’ the river grand.
© 2002 Ruth Norman

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