Read this poem, and then answer the question that follows it: The Flower-Fed Buffaloes The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prairie flowers lie low: – The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass Is swept away by the wheat, Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by In the spring that still is sweet. But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring Left us, long ago. They gore no more, they bellow no more, They trundle around the hills no more: – With the Blackfeet, lying low, With the Pawnees, lying low, Lying low. 5 10 15 (by Vachel Lindsay)