Mystic Poem by Chris Bunton I remember the days of old,when I crossed the fields alone.When I ran the forests;when I ran the trails,in those days of youth,in those days of sun. I remember the color of life.Everything seemed different.There was a brightness to the light;a shine, to everything. I remember hopping those fences.Going toContinue reading “The Days of Old”
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Those Mines
Poetry by Chris Bunton Those mines ruled my world.The coal mines of Southern Illinois. My family came from,the Tennessee mountains.to dig in those mines. They fought the Civil war and died.They farmed and mined.They sang, fought and prayed. Working men breathing that dust,killing themselves every day,and drinking it away at night. Union men from LewisContinue reading “Those Mines”
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