To A Long Traveled Buffalo Hide.

A Hide To Hide

Barry Blackhawk
©1999 Barry Blackhawk

A sweet place to hide, 

     With my best I tried,

          Under that hide . . . .

Some of us cried,

     Willing to trust and confide,

          With that one beside,

               Me under that hide . . . .

We didn't think we lied,

     With hearts as our guide. 

          Under that hide . . . .

Like the front of a tide,

     A swelling with pride.

          As the world is wide.

               I found love under that hide . . . . 

No one can deride.

     Our slip and slide

          For strangeness died.

               Under that hide . . . .

December 1, 1972 
Cold Morning Warmed



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