As mentioned before, it is birthday weekend for a very sweet daughter whose gentle spirit and artistic ways make me a better man in every way. I am so proud to be her father. I thought it might be, and it was, beneficial to teach the girls a bit more of one of the most distinctive creatures that has graced the history of our great nation. It seems even more so that in these perilous times of a myriad of challenges that the buffalo aka bison has faced it’s near ending tragedy and come back from the brink of extinction in a new and growing vibrancy. I hope as a daddy that if nothing else, I will have served the girls well in the simple things I get to share with them along the way.
Wild Winds by Michael Doyle Birthday weekend for my eldest daughter To both of them, I am proud to be their father Saturday spent in a long drive's conversation I have seldom known such sweet fascination Time spent with them is my soul's open door To learn more about them and to jointly explore Playfully we banter, in our steady back and forth As I drive several hours essentially due north The journey there to the preserved Wild Winds Is a time of song and talking with daughters as friends Outside the windows it is stormy and raining But each moment is a treasure of which there is no complaining Explaining that cows run from storm and buffalos charge forward We progress mile by mile until we arrive ever toward The moments are worth the stormy torment's flicker Ad as we move along, we know we'll get through quicker Once was a time that the buffalo were plentiful Now the few remaining, remain as something wonderful Great beasts with swung horns of quiet distinction We are blessed they haven't met their extinction I teach the girls of their and the bison's tenacity And of the wilderness' strength even in vulnerability We talk of future trips kayaking down along rivers Ever thankful for our Father, the Great Creator In these moments, I'm assured of our salvation For the buffalo's families and our great nation Preserved as these are in their present captivity I feel the future safer in the love and in our liberty Brought back from the edge of veritable tragedy The world is less dim despite its risks of calamity There and here in the faint marks of an old trace Are the buffalo dreams and the love these embrace (c) August 1, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved