| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Cornhuskers. 1918. |
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| 34. Buffalo Bill |
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| BOY heart of Johnny Jones—aching to-day? | |
| Aching, and Buffalo Bill in town? | |
| Buffalo Bill and ponies, cowboys, Indians? | |
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| Some of us know | |
| All about it, Johnny Jones. | 5 |
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| Buffalo Bill is a slanting look of the eyes, | |
| A slanting look under a hat on a horse. | |
| He sits on a horse and a passing look is fixed | |
| On Johnny Jones, you and me, barelegged, | |
| A slanting, passing, careless look under a hat on a horse. | 10 |
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| Go clickety-clack, O pony hoofs along the street. | |
| Come on and slant your eyes again, O Buffalo Bill. | |
| Give us again the ache of our boy hearts. | |
| Fill us again with the red love of prairies, dark nights, lonely wagons, and the crack-crack of rifles sputtering flashes into an ambush. | |
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