Poetry Contest!
And the winner is…
Wow! We were all so knocked out by the fantastic, thoughtful entries! Thank you to all for participating!
We want to give a special shout out to Chris Bechtold, our sourcing partner and ranch manager of the Diamond-4-D ranch in Montana for his "Buffalo Ranchers Soliloquy". You said it just right and oh-so beautifully! Also, a special mention to a few other's who made many of the judges top 5 list: Chuck Beatty's "Prairie Haiku", Lisa Lewis's "Translation Between Friends" and Chuck Tompkins "Where the Buffalo Roam". Great job and thank you so much.
You can read all the above mentioned along with all entries below in the comment section.
And now.... drum roll please.....
Our April poetry contest has come to a close.
It was hard to pick, but we finally chose.
The poetry winner is not one but two.
Maria and Suzanne hats off to you!
You can read their poems right below here!
One will make you laugh and other will make you tear.
Congratulations Suzanne & Maria, we will be reaching out to make arrangements for Dan O'Brien's visit for your personal reading!
Maria Reeves "Wild Idea Rhyme"
There once was a woman with so much to do,
Between work, and the house, and mouths to feed, too.
She went to the store, where the labels were tricky,
With preservatives, sugars, and colorings (icky!)
The antibiotics, hormones, and living conditions made her feel blue.
She thought, “we must do better,” and began searching online.
Where she found Wild Idea (just in the nick of time).
Better than organic, is what the O’Briens say.
The buffalo revered, and roaming all day.
Finally, a place she could get behind: restoring the prairie one bite at a time!
With so many options, the woman placed her first order,
And filled up her freezer like a buffalo hoarder.
Now meatloaf, and ribeyes, and sirloins abound.
There’s even trachea and bones for her dogs to be found.
So thanks Wild Idea for being transparent and getting this customer on-board(er).
From her family to yours, she wishes only the best.
And believes with Wild Idea, the prairie is blessed.
She loves the ranch kitchen, and Jill’s recipes, too.
Now dinners seem so easy, and healthier (it’s true!)
Thanks for reducing her food industry stress!
Suzanne Core "Redeemer of the Plains"
Listen in the silence for the buffalo,
Pounding rhythm of its hooves, your heartbeat.
Listen to the pulsing, steady, still.
Its longing felt in every field and hill.
Listen to the silence of the buffalo:
Tears in the heart. Protected grass and sod.
Like its Creator could not protect itself.
Destroyed by man pretending-to-be god.
Listen for the silence of the buffalo.
Billions of ghost feet roam the mists of time:
Its stolen spaces filled with brick and stone
And memories of when it was its own.
Listen with the Silence to the buffalo.
Its grace slowly returns to its domains.
Home. It calls. to Man. To help. To Be.
Love. Life. Redeemer of the Plains.
Again - congratulations!
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Poetry Contest Announcement
Win a chance for author, rancher and environmentalist, Dan O'Brien to do a reading at your home, business or school!
April is National Poetry month, so we are throwing a free-style poetry contest! There are over 50 different types of poetry, which is way too complicated... so, we are keeping it simple with two freestyle categories; poems that rhyme and poems that don’t. There is only one caveat; the poem must contain the word buffalo or bison.
We encourage you to play (enter), to win a chance at having our own in-house writer, Dan O’Brien visit you for a reading at your home, school or business. Plus - we’ll throw in $200.00 worth of our artisan charcuterie so you can invite friends too!
Our in-house group of judges will select one overall winner, which will be announced on April 26th, “Put a Poem in your Pocket Day”.
So poets - start salivating over your words and put them to pen (keyboard) and enter. It’s easy, write your poem and copy and paste it in the comment section below this blog. Here are a couple of examples from our in-house poets to get you going!
Awakened Palate
Leaves danced on her face
reflections of the wind and light
Her body heavy with sleep
still belonging to the night
A morning kiss on the lips
awoke the memory of her palate
A dish of steamed mussels,
buffalo chorizo, wine, and shallot
Dreamy meals are rare,
and some aren’t worth a thought
But perhaps it’s time to change that
and go Wild Idea or wild caught!
A.E.C.
Prairie King
The Bison stands with strength and courage, holding tight to the responsibility of his domain.
He waits unknowing yet fully aware and alive.
It’s lonely at the top but the journey was tough and full.
He stands waiting, calmly, deliberately to claim what in his.
He is his own master now, protector and leader of his kingdom.
H.C.N.
*Published poets, employees or associates of Wild Idea Buffalo Company will not be eligible to win - but we welcome you to play!
We look forward to you sharing your poem with us! And... good luck to all!
John Snow Knows Nothing of Buffalo
We dream of impossible creatures
To fill dragon-sized holes
left by wild open spaces
and hoarfrosted heavy hides.
We jam our mouths with salt and empty gnashing,
Craving the true savor of sustenance.
Our heroes now saviors of imaginings,
we cry “what is dead will never die,”
knowing what is left is passing.
Winter has come.
Winter has gone.
Winter remains, because somewhere on the plains
there is magic.
It is a song of grass and wind.
The peace that was promised.
It is war waged for the purest pleasures,
molding ranchers and bards
into emissaries and knights
for a kingdom where nature sits on a wild throne,
for an ending where everyone wins.
BUFFALO DREAMS
The earth quakes beneath your power.
Creating wind and weather,
You are life itself.
Your multitude is God.
Counting coup and riding wind
On plains that exhale primal truth.
Great Spirit, life that has no end
Come fill the quiver of my youth.
Wakan Tanka, reveal your might
In thunderclouds from bison’s breath.
Tatanka owns both day and night,
He gives us life; he gives us death.
The pipe connecting all blood’s flow
Reveals the path of sacred herd.
Four colors then White Buffalo
To speak the language never heard.
No struggles when we learn to pray
To take the path the bison tread.
The holy man will point the way
To go to where Life’s blood is shed.
Ode to a Kansan’s Urn
Such subtle earth tones
Grace your upper curves;
Azure, coffee, bronze, and chrome
Surround your basal bulge
Like char-coaled canyon walls
With prehistoric pictographs
An ancient bison adorns your bowl
And lowers its head in threatening mode;
Oh lacquered and fired vessel
With sgraffito bison likeness
Such artwork inspires the senses
Conjuring aged artist’s praxis;
From earthen clay and hues
You speak of times bygone
Survival’s ancient rules
Remain with us today:
To kill and eat, it is a must
But conservation, it, too, a need
For once extinction rears its head
Civilization will not proceed!
My mamma used to say
That meat isn’t to eat.
No factory farms for us
As they were not to trust.
It wasn’t til one day,
That bison came her way.
They roam, they play
Happy all their days.
“All that lettuce? Tofu too?
No, meat is what you’ll eat!”
Buffalo burger, buffalo chops
A carnivore’s delight!
Its pretty safe to say:
That none put up a fight.