Reblog of The Ghost White Buffalo: A Poem
In honour of this being my dad’s birthday today, I’m reblogging a poem I wrote a couple of years ago that was inspired by an oil painting he painted called The Ghost White Buffalo:
The Ghost White Buffalo
It was the winter of 1908
colder than a frost giant’s plate
colder than the old timers could ever remember
colder than the young would ever remember when they approached their life’s December
It was definitely a once in a lifetime winter
that made a thermometer an icy splinter
And amidst the drifting cold and snow
that made one huddle to a warm fire’s glow
there were reports of a ghost white buffalo being seen
that fabled beast that haunted many a Blackfoot warrior’s dream
It was an omen people said
in hushed whispers filled with dread
The beast would suddenly appear
then just as quickly disappear
an apparition that glowed on many a cold wintery night
and sent spectators fleeing in fright
Was this furry vision sensible to feeling as well as sight
those few brave souls could not get close enough to touch, try…
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Tanya said,
October 28, 2018 at 7:39 pm
Wish your dad, a very happy birthday Count 🧛♂️ . May god bless him. Lovely poem..🎂
Dracul Van Helsing said,
October 28, 2018 at 8:04 pm
Thank you very much, Tanya. 💞
Tanya said,
October 28, 2018 at 8:23 pm
My pleasure!