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Sunday, 30 July 2017

The jungle

                   The jungle

Walking through the jungle was like a breeze animals seem to always have a life of ease,
Monkeys jumping from Vine to Vine the little ones always playing no matter the time,
sloths hugging  trees  here or there hanging around without a cure, ants in a line all moving in time always working hard moving around in the dirt and grime,
As I stop and check them all I cannot deny  the endearment of nature's amazing call,
walking in the jungle can sometimes be so much fun despite the insects the occasional getting lost and the unmistakable hot sun.               
                          By
               Blane r bunbury

Friday, 28 July 2017

Losing Mind and time

Losing mind and time

It seems like we are all walking around in and out of our minds
And forever  continuously losing time,
Never minding what we say and do,people all around but not even wanting to look at you,
Everyone in a hurry to get nowhere fast doing their best just to barely greet as they pass,
We all seem to be so tightly tuned in and out of life
That they seem to be no end  in sight  for this Pitiful plight,
As for me not  having enough time to mind what's mine I hope I don't spend forever trying to safeguard my own little mind.
                            By
                 Blane r bunbury

Monday, 24 July 2017

Market day

                 Market day

From the hill they come with happy faces walking each one taking their places,
Baskets full of food to share
Market day was finally here,
Coming and going all day long
They all seem to be humming along to some kind of song,
Stopping to greet along the way
All the women seem to have a lot to always say,
As market day comes to an end
everyone bids goodbye to their long time friend,
It may have not been the best day for everyone but they all shore know how to have some good old fashioned fun in the sun.
                             By
                   Blane r bunbury

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Fire

                    Fire Fire

Fire fire burning bright
Fire fire giving us light

Fire fire burning bright
All through this Long cold night

Fire fire burning bright
Fire protect us all this night
With your ever burning  Guardian light.

                          By
              Blane r bunbury

The smiling Lady

               The smiling lady

Grandma Lindy was a smiling old lady Always hugging or kissing someone's baby,
Giving her time and attention to all with her around there was a happy face on us all,
She was gentle and kind
Until it was time for her to unwind, She liked Dancing from side to side just  doing her own little jive, with her walking stick tapping the floor she made her way to the door, Retiring to her room for the night
With her little candle light,
chipper and jolly as can be always smiling for all to see.
                        
                            By
                Blane r bunbury

Friday, 21 July 2017

babies are cute

             Babies are cute

  Babies are fun, babies are cute  they make the most of noise Even though they seem to be mute,
   They roll, they crawl, they trip, they fall, with them on the prowl there's never a dull moment at all,
    They look so cute when they sleep that you just can't help but kiss  their little feet,
   Babies are really truly cute especially in their little boots,
   Laughter always fills the air
As they play without a care,
  Babies are just the cutest thing especially if they try to sing,
   Forever beautiful and cute they will be, as we cherish this new member  of our family.

                            By
                Blane r bunbury

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

I bump my foot

               I bump my foot

Walking along I bump my foot
Walking along I refused to look,
I fell to the ground and I started to frown, Something had caused me to fall to the ground,
I jumped up quickly just to see
To see what really it could be,
It was a big old rock just stuck in the road And to my surprised it turned out to be gold,
To everyone passing in their  big flashy cars  I was just the town beggar with my many little jars,
I  paid them no mind as I started to dig, With a great big grin, dancing around and doing a jig.
When I got home with my big old rock,  I put it into a  big iron pot.
I was jumping up and down  you see Because bumping my foot had made me so so happy.
                            By
                  Blane r bunbury