<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:34:43.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114739547921101420</id><published>2006-05-11T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:57:59.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corruption</title><content type='html'>As the day becomes night and the night becomes day why can't we all have something good to say.  We talk down to each other like we are barbarrians I thought the caveman days were over.  We have replaced friendship with hate and look for reasons to fight because we have lost track that no matter who you are we all came from the same place.  To love someone is to care about them but to hate them takes no effort so we've become lazy.  The television has replaced family conversation and drugs has replaced our brain but if we all make an effort we could surely get along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114739547921101420?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114739547921101420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114739547921101420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739547921101420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739547921101420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/corruption.html' title='Corruption'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114739505238187659</id><published>2006-05-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:50:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Creatures</title><content type='html'>I sit silently alone in the woods watching for deer to cross my path but instead I see squirrels, rabbits, and birds of prey. The squirrels scamper across the forest floor looking for food while the rabbit hops along eating grass. The squirrel finds some acorns and takes them back to his nest while the rabbit gorges himself for a long night ahead. The squirrel stores pounds of acorns in his nest for the winter while the rabbit has to leave his burrow everyday to eat. The squirrel lives high in the trees while the rabbit lives nestled in thick cover and bushes. The squirrel and the rabbit are too different creatures who live among each other in harmony. Why can't we be like the squirrel and rabbit and live in harmony and peace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114739505238187659?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114739505238187659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114739505238187659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739505238187659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739505238187659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/different-creatures.html' title='Different Creatures'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114739461867862586</id><published>2006-05-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:43:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>As I sit here gazing out of my window I wonder what it would be like to be and armadillo. It has a hard shell and a long little snout to find the bugs and root them out. It is a swift runner for just a short piece but if you scare it it jumps off of its feet. I wonder what it would be like to be an armadillo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114739461867862586?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114739461867862586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114739461867862586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739461867862586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739461867862586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114739427544554333</id><published>2006-05-11T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:37:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>The dog and cat chase each other &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;until one day when the cat becomes a mother, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the dog barks and the cat meows &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;because they want to run and play, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the dog gets bored and runs away to find someone else to chase, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the cat gets jealous but the dog doesn't care so the cat takes her kittens  and smashes them with &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;a chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114739427544554333?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114739427544554333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114739427544554333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739427544554333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739427544554333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114739396349005103</id><published>2006-05-11T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:32:43.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity</title><content type='html'>As the snow falls from the heavenly sky it gives you a sense of peace and tranquility, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;it's light fluffy texture and soft damp feeling takes you back to places and times when you were &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;happiest.  Memories and thoughts of days gone bye are treasured forever because some of the &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;people that were with you then have passed on to another life where there is always happy &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;thoughts and memories.  One day we will all be in that place where we will always happy &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;thoughts and memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114739396349005103?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114739396349005103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114739396349005103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739396349005103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114739396349005103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/serenity.html' title='Serenity'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114737139303240996</id><published>2006-05-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:16:33.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law</title><content type='html'>We pay our taxes and abide by the law &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but our government keeps taking until we can't feed our family. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The drug dealers and crooks don't pay taxes and they do what they want &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so is this country screwed up or what? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To make it in this country we will all soon haft to become crooks or drug dealers so we can &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;support our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114737139303240996?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114737139303240996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114737139303240996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114737139303240996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114737139303240996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/law.html' title='Law'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114737081995944749</id><published>2006-05-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:06:59.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parasite's</title><content type='html'>The murderer's and rapiest who live on death row &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;should be hung with a rope until they breathe no more.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They live in our prison's watching cable t.v. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;eating there meals three time's a day.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They get medical and dental which we haft to pay &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so stop this ignorance and put them away, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;in a hole six feet deep so our taxes want go up and they can't escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114737081995944749?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114737081995944749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114737081995944749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114737081995944749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114737081995944749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/parasites.html' title='Parasite&apos;s'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114737037294913952</id><published>2006-05-11T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:59:32.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck</title><content type='html'>I drive a truck tall and loud &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so everyone can hear me for a country mile, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I drive through the mud ripping it up &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;drinking my beer and laughing out loud, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;my tire's are big and have deep tread &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so I want get stuck and or haft to get pulled out, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;if that ain't country you can kiss my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114737037294913952?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114737037294913952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114737037294913952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114737037294913952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114737037294913952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/redneck.html' title='Redneck'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114736992841027432</id><published>2006-05-11T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:52:08.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkeys</title><content type='html'>Gobblers are a beautiful bird, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;in the spring their heads turn a bright red, blue, and white &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;they walk around strutting and sometime's get into a fight, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;they gobble real loud looking for a mate but sometime's they are hunted so we can put them on &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;our dinner plate.    &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114736992841027432?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114736992841027432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114736992841027432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114736992841027432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114736992841027432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/turkeys.html' title='Turkeys'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114736915800120531</id><published>2006-05-11T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:39:18.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The trees blow softly in the wind &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;swaying from one side to the other, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;giving us shade when it's hot and giving us air to breathe. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They are like tall statues symbolizing life which are sometime's taken for granted and cut down  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;for no reason, without them we could not exist so lets be friends and use them for only what &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;they were intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114736915800120531?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114736915800120531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114736915800120531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114736915800120531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114736915800120531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/air.html' title='Air'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114722290230408940</id><published>2006-05-09T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:01:42.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Companions</title><content type='html'>Ranger is our dog who like's to run and play &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but because of his size he sometime's gets carried away, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;he plays with our son in the yard &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;chasing him around the house and back to the barn, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;they play like two brother's rough housing each other &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;until one gets tired and they take a nap together. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114722290230408940?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114722290230408940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114722290230408940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722290230408940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722290230408940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/companions.html' title='Companions'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114722253815088703</id><published>2006-05-09T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:55:38.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class</title><content type='html'>Roses are red &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;violets are blue &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Creative writing class rules &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and so do you (Dr. Robert)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114722253815088703?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114722253815088703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114722253815088703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722253815088703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722253815088703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/class.html' title='Class'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114722238276468158</id><published>2006-05-09T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:53:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Spring?</title><content type='html'>Winter is gone &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so where is spring, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the days are longer but not much rain, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the weather is hot like last summer &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so I wonder where is spring? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The ground hog saw his shadow &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so did he predict a long summer or a short spring, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this only makes me wonder where is spring? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114722238276468158?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114722238276468158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114722238276468158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722238276468158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722238276468158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-is-spring.html' title='Where is Spring?'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114722199860218321</id><published>2006-05-09T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:47:27.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plow Boys</title><content type='html'>The ground gets plowed with giant machine's &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so you can plant your vegetables in early spring, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the farmers are out early getting the equiptment ready &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so they can hopefully grow enough food to feed America. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They pray for rain and a bountiful crop &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so we want go hungry and maybe we can help feed other starving nations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114722199860218321?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114722199860218321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114722199860218321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722199860218321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722199860218321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/plow-boys.html' title='Plow Boys'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114722161938356581</id><published>2006-05-09T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:40:19.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Blue birds are so blue &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;they fly with such grace &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;a symbol of beauty &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and they put a smile on your face. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They sing such sweet songs in early spring &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;to impress another and to gather a mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114722161938356581?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114722161938356581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114722161938356581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722161938356581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114722161938356581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114575812842378551</id><published>2006-04-22T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:12:59.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDMOTHER'S LOVE</title><content type='html'>Every evening around 5:00 a woman named Anniebelle with long grey hair wearing bib overalls sat on her front porch rocking in her rocking chair. She was a nice lady who always had nice things to say when you stopped by to talked with her. She would talk about the good ole days and how things used to be when she was growing up. Bubba, who is her grandson always went to her house because he loved running through her pasture, fishing in her pond, and just being around her. Anniebelle practically raised Bubba as one of her own children. He would work with her in the garden, help her mow the yard, and he especially liked helping her feed the chicken's and gather the eggs. She was his greatest mentor in his life besides being his grandmother. When Bubba was around they would sit on the porch and talk and laugh until it got dark. Bubba spent most of his childhood with his grandmother learning everything she had to teach him. He treasured her with all of his heart. In 2004 Anniebelle fell asleep one night and never woke up. Bubba was devastated when he heard the news. Anniebelle had always told him that one day we will all meet our maker and when that day come everyone should rejoice because they would be in a better place. Even though Anniebelle has been dead for almost 2 years Bubba thinks of her all the time remembering what a beautiful person she was and how one day they will be reunited again so they can sit on Heaven's front porch rocking and talking about the good ole days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114575812842378551?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114575812842378551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114575812842378551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114575812842378551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114575812842378551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/04/grandmothers-love.html' title='GRANDMOTHER&apos;S LOVE'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114523820872658576</id><published>2006-04-16T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:43:28.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody wants to be a parent</title><content type='html'>How many times must I say this world is crazy and in disarray, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;to many women having babies and throwing them away, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;to many men not taking the responsibility to raise and take care of their kids, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What are we thinking today? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Be responsible and do what's right so our next generation want grow up and be idiots like you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Be a man and take responsibility for your sexual pleasures you idiot. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For you women close your legs or get your tubes tied and stop producing something you want &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;take care of you gutter rats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114523820872658576?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114523820872658576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114523820872658576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114523820872658576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114523820872658576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/04/nobody-wants-to-be-parent.html' title='Nobody wants to be a parent'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114290554659250281</id><published>2006-03-20T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:45:46.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in it for US</title><content type='html'>Race, is it black or white or is it politic's. Everytime you turn on the T.V. it seems as if there is something about race. A black man was beaten by cops or the white man is preventing the black man from getting a job. People are using race as a cruch and that should be a crime. Why do black people think that the white man owe's them money from when there ancestors were slaves. If they took a minute to think they would realize that their own people enslaved them. Their ancestor's traded them and sold them to the English, Spanish, etc., for there own needs. If anyone owes the black people anything it is there ancestors because they are the ones that sold them initially the English and French just took advantage of the situation and sold them over here in the United States. They were slaves in there own country long before they became slaves in the U.S. Our government doesn't owe them any money only there freedom as long as they are law abiding American citizen's. After hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans 98% of the people looting was black but when it came time to get some money from the government their hands were wide open. Since about 80% of the population of New Orleans is black you would think they would stick together and protect each other's property but instead they were stealing there neighbor's property. When they were given the credit cards worth $2,500.00 you thought they would buy the necessities for there children but instead they were out buying jewerly, expensive clothes, getting drunk, and buying drugs. When they had spent all the money on the credit cards they started saying that the government wasn't doing enough. Which I agree the government maybe could have done a little more. Then the government was buying trailer houses and putting people in motel rooms but that wasn't enough because they just tore up the trailer houses and destroyed the motel rooms so know we have a bigger issue with the insurance companies or the government having to pay for that. It seems to me that alot of black people not all take advantage of fact they are black and use that as a pawn, like in a chess game. By all means I am not saying that all white people are saints because we have our fare share that take advantage of the system. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It just seems to me that when a black person doesn't get his/her way when they know there wrong they make the issue a race issue which I think if I was black I would be ashamed of my race. I was raised in a small town in Louisiana where the majority of the people was black and I know some good honest black people who despise the the black people in the larger cities who make an issue out of everything just because there black. Why can't everyone just get along or would that be to much to ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114290554659250281?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114290554659250281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114290554659250281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114290554659250281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114290554659250281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-in-it-for-us.html' title='What&apos;s in it for US'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114256621001671602</id><published>2006-03-16T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T19:30:10.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>As I walk through the hay field I see 12 turkey's scratching for bugs. I approach with caution because of there keen eye sight but the turkey's see me approaching and run into the woods for cover. A few minutes later I walk within 60 yards of a doe feeding with her fawns. The fawns see me approaching but since I'm down wind they don not spook because they are young and don't know that I am a preditator. The fawns began to approach me in a curious way as to say "what are you and why are you in my hay field". As they come closer their mother snorts loud sending an alarm telling them I am danger and they need to run away but the fawns are curious so they approach a little closer until I make a slight movement then they bound away with there fluffy white tails in the air alerting any deer within sight that there is danger in the field. Just observing the beautiful creature's feeding in the hay field brighten's my day no matter what my problems are I can still see the sunshine through any grey cloud that might be lingering over me. Take time when you are feeling gloomy and take a walk or ride around and look at the different creature's that are walking around enjoying life and think of how bad they have it compared to your simple problems. That should brighten anyone's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114256621001671602?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114256621001671602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114256621001671602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114256621001671602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114256621001671602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunshine_114256621001671602.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114221526107396172</id><published>2006-03-12T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:01:01.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>The people today are crazy and do not care. I remember when I was young and I could run around in the yard without any fear of some stranger kidnapping me and taking me from my family. Today I am afraid of my next door neighbor not that I am physically scared but mentally scared of what they might do to my son. I cannot trust anyone around my son without me watching his every move because I am afraid of what they might do. When I was a kid my parents were not scared because they could trust our neighbors. I was in good hands at all times even if my parents were not watching me. Today we must all fear our neighbor because they might hurt our children. Today is alot different than yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114221526107396172?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114221526107396172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114221526107396172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114221526107396172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114221526107396172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday.html' title='YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114150049806503186</id><published>2006-03-04T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:28:18.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNORANCE</title><content type='html'>Everyday that goes by &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I see the people in this country cry &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;because of the madness and killing &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I see more people willing &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;to sale drugs to our youth no matter the cost &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;it is a shame but we are only to blame &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;for our stupidity and greed we all bleed &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;tears of hate for the people that feed on our country's future. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114150049806503186?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114150049806503186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114150049806503186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114150049806503186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114150049806503186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/03/ignorance.html' title='IGNORANCE'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114101081047593209</id><published>2006-02-26T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:33:01.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds in the Rough</title><content type='html'>Today is my sons birthday which made it a special day to me. As I watched him blow out his candle's and rip open his toys I wonder what kind of life he will have when he grows up. Our children are precious and so easily cohersed into doing things they don't know is wrong. If you read this and you have children take time for them and teach them right from wrong so one day when they grow up they will teach their children the same. Treat them as "TREASURE" and protect them with your life because they are counting on you to be there guiding light. Love your kids and they will love you ten folds back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114101081047593209?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114101081047593209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114101081047593209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114101081047593209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114101081047593209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/diamonds-in-rough.html' title='Diamonds in the Rough'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114080448987306289</id><published>2006-02-24T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:08:09.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THROUGH MY EYES</title><content type='html'>As I sit on my porch and feel the warm breeze blowing across my face I think what a wonderful day it is. To feel the rays of sun heating my flesh and the birds singing happily I wonder why I can't see them. I imagine the beauty of what I can hear and feel but I wish I could see it. I don't know color or shapes so I guess that makes my world a better place. If everyone would close there eyes for just one day and let there imagination guide them their world would be a better place to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114080448987306289?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114080448987306289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114080448987306289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114080448987306289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114080448987306289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/through-my-eyes.html' title='THROUGH MY EYES'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114039919869838756</id><published>2006-02-19T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:33:18.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If?</title><content type='html'>As I watch the animals feed under the Red Oak tree I think to myself what it would be like to be hunted by me.  The animals are jumpy and a little bit spooked but to myself I think what it would be like to forage for food.  They live in the wilderness with there families and friends playing games and stocking up for the winter, but who knows if they will survive till next summer.  As the hunting season approaches the hunter's prepare to kill the deer for the meat and to sell the fur.  I wonder what it would be like to be a deer?  They walk through the woods with grace and care but all of a sudden they cannot breathe air.  What has happened they think to themselves, it must be a bullet from a great hunter's snare.  The noise rang out from a distance unknown  and the deer lay dead for the hunter to take home.  I wonder what it would be like to be a deer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114039919869838756?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114039919869838756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114039919869838756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114039919869838756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114039919869838756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-if.html' title='What If?'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114039803244262993</id><published>2006-02-19T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:13:52.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>As sure as the wind blows cold in the winter &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;our days on this earth will only grow shorter. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As laugh and we play each and every day &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;our bodies grow older and older. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Everyday on this earth is a blessing &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and we should be grateful that we are living &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;because one day we will read our name in the habituaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114039803244262993?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114039803244262993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114039803244262993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114039803244262993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114039803244262993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-114014818290496540</id><published>2006-02-16T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:56:06.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEACHES</title><content type='html'>Why are the people of this country so lazy? Why can't we all pull our own weight to make this country better? We are a country of greed and laziness. I see alot of people with their hands out waiting for someone to give them something for nothing. What make's people so dishonest? Our welfare system is over loading with people who can work but refuse to because they know the government will give them free money, but the people who are disabled or have a legitamate medical reason why they cannot work have a hard time getting any help for our government. The unemployment office will help people get a job if they want one but some people in this country would rather sit at home collecting welfare and complain about the economy or property taxes. If everyone who could work did work or at least made an attempt some of the debt of this country would go away. Why are the people of this country so lazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-114014818290496540?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/114014818290496540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=114014818290496540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114014818290496540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/114014818290496540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/leaches.html' title='LEACHES'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-113967655645813005</id><published>2006-02-11T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:46:25.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>We live in a country that is rich with various cultures, race, religions, and democracy but we still have very little to say about how our country is governed. Our government makes the laws that the everyday common person has to abide by but they can do what they want. If our country is so democratic why can the people that govern us break the law and get away with it? This country was founded on the perception that every man was created equal, so when one man breaks the law who has power and works in our government why is he treated different? Our government is like a bag of sour apple's that have been sitting in the hot summer sun for a week, they are rotten. Since we elect the officials who govern our country why can't we prosecute the officials we elect? In time, hopefully the common person will see just how our government is using us like pawns on a chess board they can do with us what they like without any reprocution. What makes a country completely democratic to where the people can make a difference with what we say? This country will never be that country because of the criminals that govern us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-113967655645813005?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/113967655645813005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=113967655645813005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/113967655645813005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/113967655645813005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-113959521226447181</id><published>2006-02-10T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:13:32.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The seas roll so gentle and softly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;as the ship sail across, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;with every pitch the sailor's see &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;that without the water where would they be, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Stream lined vessels cut the wave's like a plow does to the earth &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but with one wrong move someone could get hurt, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As you travel in your life be careful where you step &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;one wrong move and you to could be killed. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-113959521226447181?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/113959521226447181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=113959521226447181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/113959521226447181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/113959521226447181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/seas-roll-so-gentle-and-softlyas-ship_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-113959358810640211</id><published>2006-02-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T09:46:28.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the sun rises from the horizon it's rays sparkle off the snow and I think what a wonderful day it will be. While sitting high in a Maple tree overlooking a brush covered field the first signs of life appear. Gods creature's awake to another day of not knowing if they will see another sun rise. They mingle about the field eating the succlant limbs off of the scrubs and scratch through the snow trying to find some tender grass and forage to satisfy there hunger. The days are shorter and the nights are colder making it hard for the creature's to survive. But, like some humans we too awake every morning wondering if we will see another sunrise or if we will be able to find enough to eat. Cherish everyday like it is your last because if it is you will have lived a complete life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-113959358810640211?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/113959358810640211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=113959358810640211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/113959358810640211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/113959358810640211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-sun-rises-from-horizon-its-rays.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21418657.post-113885361779819121</id><published>2006-02-01T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:13:37.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During our Creative writing class today we talked about "Abstractions" which I feel should be used in everything we write.  When Abstractions are used I think everyone that reads what you have written they will have a better understanding of what you are trying to say, setting, place, mood, and maybe even who or what you are talking about will be better understood by the reader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21418657-113885361779819121?l=csbuckshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/feeds/113885361779819121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21418657&amp;postID=113885361779819121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/113885361779819121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21418657/posts/default/113885361779819121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csbuckshot.blogspot.com/2006/02/during-our-creative-writing-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176684716800863843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
