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”

Adventure Where You Are

Encouragement by Chris Bunton Traveling is an adventure. It’s the hope of seeing new things and getting that ‘Wow” factor that thrills you. It’s also that feeling of enlightenment, when you have experienced something that moves you, or alters your life, or fills a void, or answers a question for you. It’s something that movesContinue reading “Adventure Where You Are”

Barefoot Hiking

Natural Living by Chris Bunton  Hiking has been a part of me since I can remember. Even today I need to get out into the wilds and walk. Whether it is alone, or with others. Hiking quickens my soul. We live in a fast paced world of busy, busy, busy. No time to slow downContinue reading “Barefoot Hiking”

The Princes of This World

Spiritual Truth by Chris Bunton Let’s talk about some conspiracy and spiritual truth for a moment. Because you must understand that there is only ONE conspiracy. And that’s the spiritual battle behind the scenes, that we all can see parts of, and have a feeling about, but cannot completely prove. The people who rule thisContinue reading “The Princes of This World”

Conspiracy Theorist

Rebel Poetry by Chris Bunton I am a Conspiracy Theorist.I can’t help it.Maybe it’s genetic.Maybe I learned it;when those I trusted  lied.When those who should know,didn’t.When they just told me,what they were told,to tell me.When they say, “Because I said so.” Maybe I’m a rebel.Maybe you are too.I see things, that don’t add up.I hearContinue reading “Conspiracy Theorist”