He stood like a bronze statue in the evening sun.
Time etched lines crisscrosses his leathery tan face.
Looking out over the prairie his mind wondered back to days gone by when buffaloes roamed these tattered plains now shredded by the black tar and asphalt of white man's progress.
Liquid dark eyes released streams down the creases on his face filling them like canals carrying the heart ache and heart break of a way of life and a people trampled like the prairie sod beat down by the hoofs of the buffalo herds that once filled his stolen homeland.
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can easily see this man...and i imagine it so sad...esp the way we drove them off their lands in our conquest for this country....interesting that two entries tonight address this...like how you describe his skin....moving piece..
The prairie is so changed since it was inhabited mainly be native Americans. And so very sad for the buffalo who can no longer call this prairie 'home.'
..Liquid dark eyes released streams down the creases on his face filling them like canals carrying the heart ache...oh i can so see him...and feel his pain...
The ages change without mercy
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