Ever Healed?

A Life Poem by Chris Bunton Scrolling through Facebook,when I find a meme. It’s a video,of a fishing boat. Where a daughterand her daddy. Are reeling in a fish,the little girl just caught. She is so excited,and squealing loud. Grab the net! Grab the net!Daddy! Get the fish! She jumps up and down,as her daddyContinue reading “Ever Healed?”

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”