Yansa Sea

Tall Grass bends beneath undulating waves of gray brown Mystic energy pulses through the crisp dawning sky Smell of sweat & acrid fear The sound of the hunt Cry mixed with the thunderous crashing of Buffalo waves on prairie sod shores Pony & warrior riding the crest Arrow loosed finds its mark deep within Yansa chest Hunter’s cry of triumph In harmony with the last bellow of death as the waves of the Yansa sea ebb & flow across the Tall Grass plains © June 2003 ** Yansa is the Cherokee word for buffalo**