Poem by Chris Bunton I sit in my rockin chairand think of things far and near. Things like the weather,and whether I want soup or salad for dinner. I listen to the birds sing,and think things, that make me dream. I watch butterflies float,And hear the bullfrog gloat. Creak CreakCreak Creaksays the squeak, of thatContinue reading “Rocking Chair”
Category Archives: Heritage
Terrible Dad
Fatherhood Poem by Chris Bunton I’m a terrible dad,at least that’s what they said. Too many failures,too many faults,that’s what the cackling hens, said. Not rich enough.Not sober enough.Not broken enough.Not obedient enough.That’s what society said. Too fast.Too free.Too sinful.to be; a dad.That’s what God seems to have said. It doesn’t matter what I said.Continue reading “Terrible Dad”
All The Trees
Nature Poem by Chris Bunton (An English Quintain) All the trees I knew are gone.Removed by fear and greed.No longer to sing a song,As wind blows through their leaves.Never again to drop a seed. The trees of our childhood delightWhere I carved her name, like we’d never part.Where we camped under at night,or cried withContinue reading “All The Trees”
Release
Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton I was in the arctic.Those frozen forests of Alaska.North of Fairbanks,in the wild Yukon. It was night,and the moon shown,on the white, bright snow.Everything had a light, blue glow. It was cold,minus 60 degrees,and I prayed to God,for a sign to go. I needed a change.A new life, away.And aContinue reading “Release”
The Wall
Political Poetry By Chris Bunton I walked past the wall, my head held low. My father made it home; no one’s there I know. But I saw him there, a man that could be a friend; another son, looking for someone, to bring an end. I began to feel the tears welling; my heart broken.Continue reading “The Wall”
Family
A Poem by Chris Bunton What is family?I’ll tell you what I think. Family is a bunch of people,you are tied to for life. Whether you like it or not.They are there, and share it. Even if they hate you,they bear the title and stains. Whether it’s your child,Or mom, or uncle, or dad. There’sContinue reading “Family”
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”
Adam
By Chris Bunton Created perfect,From the dust of the Earth. Then, moved to the Garden,the Paradise of God. Created for a purpose,a call to tend and to keep. To garden, Paradise,To protect, the peaceful place of God. To walk with God,in the cool of the evening. Powers beyond us today,buried within us today. Total controlContinue reading “Adam”
Remember When
Remember when we acted so sly, Going to lunch and getting high? Remember when we camped and drank all night; all of us glowing in the fires light? Remember the girls we used to date, How they never used to make us wait? Remember the time we all skipped school? Always together, forever, free andContinue reading “Remember When”
It Fits
By Chris Bunton It fits.It just simply does. My arm fits behind your head,as we lie on the bed, in the glow. Your head on my shoulder,comfortable and light. It fits.It just does. Staring at the ceiling;at the cobweb on the fan. Nobody cares. There are no thoughts,just reverie, and peace. Just to be. ItContinue reading “It Fits”
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