Prairie Ghost

Standing on the ghostly Plains

He watched as I drove by --

A remnant from the recent past

As through the grass did sigh

A voice, mournful, quiet, true

Of plaintive chanted prayers

For bloodied spears and meat to eat

And on my head the hairs

Did stand on end as chills swept

O'er my senses there

Of something present in this land

Long passed to ne'er

Return upon the hunt

With rush upon the fleeing herd

Their lances held on high

While overhead the bird

Of death circled on the breeze

Awaiting chance to pick the bones

Of those whose path was slow

And destined for the stones

To join them in the sod

So recently trampled under hoof

Where to this day

A sentinel aloof

Stands there upon the hill,

A silent Prairie Ghost,

A solitary remnant

Of a vast thundering host.