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”
by Chris Bunton I was locked up in prison,on an aggravated charge.I had stabbed a man like me,another tough guy, just like me. I taught myself to whistle,a dozen well loved tunes.It soothed me, and brought joy;in a place where hate ruled the day. It was night, when we lock down,and I whistled out theContinue reading “Cell Block Sounds”
Time marches on,but things can change.The flow of life is the same,but we can spin away. Find a place to abide;a life to call your own.Find a way to live;a way to feel alive. All the road blocks,will guide your way.Till you are strong enough,to crush them all. That path of least resistance,is how theContinue reading “Time Marches On”
In the good times;the rich oppress the poor.In the bad times;the poor get their revenge.And the bad times always come. Be afraid;be happy.Your time will come again;if you don’t die now. Will it be the Mob;with a guillotine?Or a trial;with a noose? There is a pattern;to what we call random.There is a path;we all fallContinue reading “The Good Times”
Sunshine through the window,lifts my heart when I’m low.It makes me smile. There’s a happiness that comes;and through my heart it runs,then sits a while.
The sea waves, washing empty shells clean. Laid in the sand, just where each should be. The being, gone from inside the shell, leaving colorful beauty behind. In life’s waves, we are born and we grow, only to die and be lain to rest. Our soul is gone, from this now worthless shell, leaving behindContinue reading “Empty Shells”
The Lake;sparkling vastlike a river of crystalthrough a green golden dream. The air is warm,and the breeze is cool.The music plays,and the kids run. The birds;those lovely birdsour friends, singingsweet to the beatof Life. Zoom to the lake,perfectly warm, butcool enough.Dragonflies swoop,where the fish jump. It’s hard to stand;in the wake of the boats.Waves poundingContinue reading “The Lake”
Golden leaf alone,falling through days final light,to land among friends.
I love to hike. I have done it for beauty, exercise, for spiritual reasons, and for fun. There’s nothing like getting out in nature and letting go of what ails you. Southern Illinois has many great hiking trails that will suit your needs, no matter what you are seeking. If you want short trails,Continue reading “Hiking in Southern Illinois”