BUFFALO
(C) Esther Friedman 2025
Highways twist through April snow
Tires thump in time with mountain roads
twigs dance and spin, tiny green leaves cling
wind gusts push us around the road
Hope that we make Buffalo
Randy Newman, Bobby Dylan sing
Does God still shed grace on me?
Can I still call you home?
Broken hearts and bones
souls lost from sea to shining sea.
Purple Appalachian range,Shelters houses, farms and graves
All the stories those places hold
Stars and stripes snap and wave
Cars rattle between lanes
Old Glory spinning round flag poles
Is this land still made for you and me?Feels like I’m all alone
Broken heart, Grieving bones
Souls lost from sea to shining sea
Dotted white lines, like decades, fly past
Once I was a girl pledging allegiance with my class
Long Wisconsin winters, snowmelt rush in spring Independence Day parades, hearing freedom ring
Miles stretch in front of meEndless sky, golden valley
every generation has its fight
no one can steal my memories
snowy mountains wild and free
dawns’ first light
As the winding roadstake us to Buffalo
I sing this land was made for you and me
Shores of Ontario, Gulf of Mexico,
Sea to shining sea