By Chris Bunton I sit on a hill overlooking an old strip cut lake, and I puke. I am sick at the sight of houses filling the ground of what used to be forest. I am sick at the thought of a wood torn down; to make way for men of means. I am sickContinue reading “Sub-Division”
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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”
The Hawk
A Freedom Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton I was at work, walking outside when I heard a hawk call. His beautiful cry, in the crisp fall air, instantly brought me back to the forest I miss. Just sitting in the woods spending time with God; watching His creation work around me, as I become oneContinue reading “The Hawk”
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”
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 Frog Ballad
Poetry by Chris Bunton Terry the tadpoleSwam with his friendsIn the vernal poolIn the spring time field. He swam here andHe swam over there.He swam and he swamLike all tadpoles can. But one day he sawHis pool was growing quite smallAnd that’s not all.His tail seemed to be falling off. What’s wrong with my worldContinue reading “The Frog Ballad”
The Days of Old
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”
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”
This World
A Diminished Hexaverse Poem by Chris Bunton This world screams at you. “Your birth insults me, and I will break you. Feel time slip away, And your loves destroyed.” “I never stop. Relentless Time. Hounding your mind. Slaving to eat.” “Crushing you. Twisting you. Molding you.” “Until You Are.” “Dead” Bio: Chris Bunton is aContinue reading “This World”
The Cave of Spiders
Nature Poetry by Chris Bunton At The Mouth Of The Cave Of Spiders I Sit,Focusing On The Green Forest Before Me.The 8 Legged Symphony Strumming Their Webs,In Time, With The Flitting Birds, Chirping,An Ancient Holy Tune. Forever, I sit, comfortable and free.Looking At The Changing Forest Before Me.The Rains Came And Went, The Blazing SunContinue reading “The Cave of Spiders”
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