Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 They Come and Go

I've stood in this same prairie spot,

As all of them do come and go.

And they have come and gone a lot.

First they were chasing buffalo.

Then in covered wagons they came

And went, but always some around.

Road and fencing, progress their aim.

I watch their planes fly from my ground.

Now I notice one of them who

Has stopped down on the road and is

Taking a picture, as they do.

Why? I don't know, none of my biz.

Still on this prairie spot I be,

As they come and go by this tree.