I Miss The Forest

Nature Poem by Chris Bunton I miss the forest.The deep silence,Hiding sounds in wait.The watching of life. Breath being heldBy the souls that dwell thereThe trees speakingIn that sweet vibration The squirrel can’t sit stillToo many chores to do.Here, there, and everywhereHe goes to do his thing. The wind spirit flowsUsing leaves to sing.Her instrumentContinue reading “I Miss The Forest”

Can’t Wait For Spring

A Than-Bauk poem by Chris Bunton Can’t wait for Spring,with glowing green;bursting new life. Song birds in love,like the dove, fromabove, the road. Shove clouds away,sunshine day, bringsweet May, delight. I have always loved nature. I care for it deeply. But, in my younger days I hated Springtime. Winter was cold and nasty. But, thenContinue reading “Can’t Wait For Spring”

That Night

Christmas Poem by Chris Bunton On a night long ago;in a town far away.Our savior was born,to take our shame. He came from on highto a lowly place.To offer humans Grace,and a life full of Hope. Gods glory appearedto the shepherds there.And they ran to where,they knew He would lay. That purest lamb,was shown toContinue reading “That Night”

In The Park

Haiku Sonnet By Chris Bunton Sitting in the park,On a dreary autumn day.Watching the leaves fall. Squirrels gathering nuts.Working to survive winter.They know what they need. But what about me?What real purpose do I have?All of nature knows. They all know their place.Do they question their purpose?Do birds wonder why? Humans are corrupt in ourContinue reading “In The Park”

To My Girls

Destroyed Family Poem by Chris Bunton Where have you been, little ones?Stolen away so long ago. An aching heart and lonely life for an evil man today,searching the horizon and begging God for signs of your return. Will they ever come? Should I go to them? What will our future be?What did you do today?Continue reading “To My Girls”

The Ring

Creative Writing by Chris Bunton During the course of my life; I have lost everything I own five different times. So, finding something that is irreplaceable is somewhat difficult for me.  Everything, can either be replaced, or forgotten about.  The moment I start to consider escaping and living a life of freedom, those irreplaceable things pop upContinue reading “The Ring”

Rocking Chair

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”

Called To Forgive

Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton I am called to forgive.But, I really don’t want to.I hate what they’ve done to me.I want them to pay, like I’ve paid. “Forgive to be forgiven”I want to and I try tobut it never seems to end.Have they forgiven me? Pride demands Justice.The demon whispers “Revenge”.Fear barks, “They’ll doContinue reading “Called To Forgive”

No Home

Couplet Poem by Chris Bunton Man with no home, where are you at?I brought food to where you once sat. “Here I Am!” A voice spoke free and bold,“By this old bin, dead from the cold” I was shocked to find him there,his corpse lie froze, with a death stare. At first, I wept atContinue reading “No Home”