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Buffalo

Ronald Bunch 1982 (Grand Rapids)

Haiku
Okay, here it goes.
I dance, I assume
The trance.
A big buffalo rages, it
Was peppered with arrows,
I see in the pages. It starts to
Rain and the buffalo dies.
There is no tears in my eyes,
For Elk shouts, shoots,
and snipes.
In my ears I hear the singing.
In my eyes I see the prize.
God makes a bountiful harvest
For the Indians.
Every bone and organ
Not wasted.
All the meat and the tears tasted.
I see the sunder,
and sense the thunder.
My lips curl,
and no blunder at my feet,
But what a treat!

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Submitted by RonaldBunch on October 19, 2023

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Scheme ABCDAEFFGHIFJKLMMNNOPP
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 506
Words 117
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 22
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Ronald Bunch

Ronald Bunch is a dedicated and passionate writer with a deep love for the art of poetry, science fiction, and fantasy. He’s committed to his Catholic faith and his work. Ronald's interests span a wide range, including writing, reading, social media, weight lifting, and riding an exercise bike. He’s on a journey to become a published author. He's writing a new book, he will seek an agent and traditional publication for it. He did volunteer work at Kids Food Basket, and Habitat for Humanity. He loves pizza and cats. His upbringing in Catholic schools and his birthplace in Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA, in 1982, have also shaped who he is today. more…

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