Nostalgia

Yesterday I felt a longing for a simpler life, and I remembered Carl Sandburg's poem, Buffalo Dusk.

Here it is:

The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they
     pawed the prairie sod into dust with their great hoofs,
     their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.

How well I know that time is temporary, yet this does not keep me from longing for the times that once were.

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