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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!  

51 comments

  • ANCESTRAL CALLINGS

    The buffalo
    they were here in the beginning,
    from below the Earth they came, helping us come out of the surface when we were afraid.
    They are returning again,
    heads heavy with wisdom,
    ancient teachings of the Earth,
    they are returning again,
    Survivors of survivors, bringing forth the ancient songs
    we have lost, or forgotten
    with senses
    of a world much older than ours. We go on,
    if they move in the world, we go on.
    With shaggy heads, they mend our Circle,
    with their voices in the wind,
    with their delicate hooves,
    they graze in our sacred valleys,
    The four-leggeds.

    Leon Aliski
  • Our eyes locked…
    I see the Old Soul…
    Reeking of wild strength…
    Gazing at me…
    Evaluating my spirit…
    With a snort, and a stomp,
    The spell that transports me is broken…
    The buffalo turns
    And moves on.

    Lise Tesch
  • Tatanaka Muse

    Look Button, do you see the buffalo?
    I asked my not quite one-year old daughter
    A small herd, maybe five or six, grazed the fenced field
    On our tiny Puget Sound island

    Horns curved pushing out from under massive robed heads
    Brown curls sloped down spines that slough snow
    A tufted beard
    Charcoal brown ovals in a brilliant green pasture

    And she who had not yet spoken
    Not yet formed her first word beyond Mama and Da
    Eyes sparkling legs kicking
    Reached tiny arms towards ancient forms

    Then silence
    Still
    And timeless
    As we drove on by

    From the back seat came a clear, definitive voice:
    “Buppayo, Mama, Buppayo”

    Juli Goetz Morser

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