Venison Stew

The smell of it permeates the whole house with it's wildness and I am looking forward to dinner. I will make a pone of cornbread to go along with it.
I do not hunt deer but whenever someone offers me wild game I will take it. It is so much better than all that processed shit that you buy at the store this day and time and I feel better knowing that it lived out its life wild and free and it's untimely death was not in vain much like I hope my life will have been.

Arts across Kentucky summer 2002

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Apple Time

If you Don't mind a little cow slobber these kids

will eat right from your hand

Lookout From Buzzard Rock

I rode my atv out to buzzard rock a couple of days ago and snapped this pic.
It is a beautiful day today but I can smell smoke in the air. I hope the woods don't burn around here.

The eclipse of the moon cow

On the bare hill behind me
and backlit by the shimmering silvery moon
the moon cow fairly dances
bathed in the cold light of it
not aware of the shadowy curtian
that cuts across her night
or is she?

in awe of the sight of her dance, I alone suspect
her jump is emanating from some distant childhood delight
much like the gingerbread man and others

I stand there shivering in the cold light of the scene
and and watch the dance

jump... jump... I cry out
a foolish old man casts off his chains of silence
and once again reaches out to touch a dream
a fantasy long forgotten

the moon cow lowers her head and in slow motion
begins her run
kicking up dirt and rocks in her wake
jump...jump.. i repeat the chant

in one fantastic leap she hurls herself through space
carried aloft by a swirling tornado of brilliant stars
and lands somewhere on the other side
out of sight

I return to my bed
and my dreams

© 2008 James Bloomfield