There is no true get rich scheme
What ever you pursue will be work
Though there is moments of richness
That are more priceless then any gold or diamond
Journey with a friend
A goal to pursue
Pursuing goal that reminds you of life
The goal you were pursuing becomes obsolete
It was not what we found beneath the earths surface
It was not what flowed within the streams
It was what mother nature gives daily
That so many take advantage of
So many pass by without noticing
Many will not see personally in their lifetime
Life should not be experienced in a post card, picture, television or on the internet
It should be lived hands on
Much to see, much to to do in this world
A world that is ever changing
Asking me if the goal was profitable
Answer would be yes
No bank could ever hold the wealth I found
Only the gold

Buffalo State Park

Over the summer we went to Buffalo State Park in Ottawa, Illinois. Not a big fan of animals in cages and ¬†fenced off corrals and keeping them in a roaming area. Though I understand we keep animals such as Buffalo, Lions, Hippo’s, and etc… to experience and learn about what we may never get to see in person. Really was not impressed by how the Buffalo here were kept.




The family and I have ate this bacon for more then 14 years. When I am in Arkansas I get a box and bring back to Illinois. 10 lb. Box for $19.98, which as increased in the past few years. Still though have you seen the price of bacon a pound in the stores. Covered wagon is a good country bacon and has that taste of grandmas cooking when you spent the night or weekend.


At the end of the rope
Ah let me be more specific
At the end of the rope hanging by a thread attached to that rope end

Hung from that rope many times in my life. Always had it in me to climb back up. Here lately as I’ve gotten closer to the end of the rope been doing a lot of thinking, contemplating and looking at the world.

Now I’m finger squeezing that thread as my feet dangle. Amazingly with my eyes wide open thinking, hell I’ve been at rock bottom as well. Wonder what would happen if I didn’t climb back up this time. Screw it just let them fingers slide right off this thread. Imagine that!

Tomorrow will always be a new day. Yesterday will always be the past and today is what I get through. Hell life story there ( What I got through ).

If you have never muttered the words ( it can’t get any worse ), well let me tell you it can. How ever you want to phrase it, up a creek without a paddle, end of your rope, hit rock bottom or …………

Even been asked well what ya gonna do now or been told you know what ya gotta do. Either way shake it off and keep going. You stand in that pile long enough you’ll just smell like it

So open your eyes, deep breath, mutter is that all you got and get to stepping. I imagine all the times I’ve been at the end of this rope, it should be just as interesting when my fingers slip from this thread.


Unsteady the horizon
Breath of desire
Winds of hold on
Tears fall from the canvas
Over looking the bow

Dreams are wonderful
Reality is what is set
Far fetched as stars I have wished
Tied to the mass

Unsteady the horizon
Is the heart, the mind
Green eyes wonder, green eyes seek
Gray seems to be
Silence is static that rings

Dangling above the deck
Beneath feet feet rising empty
Time is time
Some shall know one thought
Confusion beyond the rain

Unsteady the horizon
Creeping it will
A calm never traveled
Not how I lived
Left blood with thought of its all been a gas
Maybe my dreams will capture me in the next

Continuing I sail
Voice over shadows
Breaking the distant gaze
Captain we have been anchored to a turd

By: Robert Vardell

BlackWing Meats ( Elk Patties )

Recently purchased 16 oz box, 4 oz Elk patties distributed by BlackWing Meats from a grocery store. Personally I prefer Elk, Bison, Venison to Beef. Don’t get me wrong I like a good Beef steak or burger, though I just prefer wild game. Key words Wild Game, which the Elk patties purchased were not. Farm raised, without hormones or antibiotics, how all our meat should be raised. A first for me purchasing farm raised Elk meat. Before this all the Elk meat I had eaten had been hunted on cold days, field dressed in the middle of no where and processed in a make shift butcher shop ( garage ). If some one was to ask the taste of store bought compared to hunted, I would say: They are both what I am searching for in good meat and would recommend BlackWing Elk patties. Though on research it is cheaper to order from BlackWing directly if ordering in bulk or even for smaller portions, .


Scattered ashes
Sparrows fly
Voice carries on the winds
Above blossoming four o’clock
Young man sheds a tear

banjo’s, drums and clarinets
she hums a hymn while tugging at her dress
Weeping flowers bend
She held her color, held her ground

to whispers singing
there is hope for thy
there is hope for thy
there is hope for thy

Darkness in sunlight and rain
Hurt on memories
Seeping laughter upon reflection
Pond full of

Marching side by side
We carry on
Her voice on the wind
above blossoming four o’clock

There is hope for thy
to whispers singing
I seen her fly as the sparrow
above scattered ashes

Myself is here

They are never gonna find us here
Your my witness to no trail
We hid in the shadows with in the moonlight
Silence was on the tongue

Now what

Hide here as long as I can
Reveal in the freedom that is
Spread my arms in the spring breeze
Slumber in the music of the world

They are going to find you

Bridge I will cross
Till then we are here
Feel the warmth that is not under the sun
Safety as if no one can reach

One day you are going to surrender

Surrender to what
Not in my nature
We would not know it
We were born free
Why should I give them their greed

Its not all that you run from

I am not running

True, your hiding

I am not hiding, I am relaxing
From the life that is
You are correct I can not lump them
Some are just needy
And some just do not know how to let go
So some of us just get by

How long

Well till I am interrupted
So for now I am gonna sit here
On my Island watching the day pass
Talking to you, I mean myself till something makes sense
In this world


In this world
Of cruelty and splendor canvas
Where peace is found in simplest form
Inherit the day as it binds
Moments that do not return

Why is not the answer
Though suitable
Of why will I

Numb the thought
Dust in the wind
Time etched of your silhouette

Sadden may be the day
grazing opportunity not to
Open the grasp
See beyond the tips
Life even at, is just barely a sip

In this world
Of cruelty and splendor canvas
Why will I disappear

By: Robert Vardell

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