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Thursday 12 March 2020

A path less taken

A path less taken

   As I make my way home after a long tiring day, I decided to take a path I would not usually take on my way,
   truthfully I do not know what I may indeed see, or what this path may turn out to be,
   The tall slender trees on each side lining all the way down, create a beautiful parted shade from the peeping sun,
     The smell of ripened fruits as a they  fell to the ground left glistening in the sun, can be  smelled from a distance,
    The Noise of the ducks in a nearby  pond, are lovely to look upon as they gently swim around insects flying around not making a landing,
     A few old abandoned buildings, show their weathered age in the parts that are left standing,
     
    As I get more and more closer to home and remember all the steps that I have taken, I begin to think to myself that maybe it is not such a bad idea to travel a path less taken,

                            By
                  Blane r Banbury
   

in the clouds

in the clouds

    There are mountains as high as can be, as high as the eyes can see,
   with it's top in the clouds, stretching out across the sky where the birds fly and flock in a crowd,
   Their are trees  up so high, that they almost look like they are touching the sky,
   In a hot air balloon we ride up passing the trees on the air that is cool and sometimes ruff,
With clouds so close they can almost be touched,  
    Rain comes down from above in showers and heavy downpour,
As it's water hugs the earth the growth of life is true and pure,
  In the clouds beauty and prestige always seem to fill it, the sky really seems to be without a limit,

                           By
               Blane R Bunbury

pages in the tree

The element Of me

     I am as water cool and peaceful always flowing, under pressure as I going through life my steam rises up to the heaven forever going, 
   as my peace come over me i am as cold as ice settled in my decisions, movings forward on life's roads not minding the Distance,
   The fire that burns inside of me is as violent as can be, bursting out consuming all types of negativity, it lights up my way guiding me Through the darkness to true relativity, 
In a cold hate filled world with few and genuine friends, it has my all the way to the end,
    Like this air that passes through my life filling me with hope giving me just the freedom I need, to express myself with truth and honestly as if almost for the first time in life I can really Breathe,
   I am the earth itself

Thursday 6 February 2020

Happy time

    I always fell happy when we go out,  with mom and dad moving out and about, glad enough that i can scream and shout,
    To the park at the beach or our families' best picnic spot, it really matters not, when we all join in the fun never stops,
    We skip, we jump, we climb or run, just having a blast in the midday sun, going and going till it is all but done,
    Heading home was my saddest time all my enjoyment was now all done, i am happy 

Thursday 30 January 2020

I bumped my foot --- by Blane Bunbury

   I BUMP MY FOOT--- by Blane Bunbury 


Walking along I bump my foot 

Because I  had refused to look 

I fell to the ground and I started to frown, Something had caused me to fall, in this  busy little mining town,

 I jumped up quickly just to see what really it could possibly be,

It was a strange looking rock just sticking out by the side of the road, and to my surprised it turned out to be gold,

with my honey Brown skin and my faded old clothes, I simply went unnoticed by all acting and doing whatever I suppose,

I ignored everything and everyone on a daily bases, not caring about their turned up noses and disappointed faces, 

      To everyone plassing in their big flashy cars, I was just the towns' beggar with my few belongings and many little jars,

   as always 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 to my little cottage in the woods, hurried and put the rock into a bag

 jumped and I sang just clowning around, So happy that my luck had finally turned around.