I BUMPED MY FOOT

   I BUMPED MY FOOT 
   

Walking along, I bumped my foot

Just because I had refused to look.

I fell to the ground—one stumble was all it took,

Life in this little mining town is always fast and busy.

I jumped up quickly just to see

What it could possibly be.

It was a strange-looking rock

Just sticking out by the side of the road,

And to my surprise, it turned out to be gold.

With my honey-brown skin and my faded old clothes,

I simply went unnoticed by all,

Moving around and doing whatever I supposed.

I ignored everything and everyone daily,

Not caring about their turned-up noses

And disappointed faces.

To everyone passing in their big flashy cars,

I was just the town's beggar

With my few belongings and many little jars.

I paid them no mind as I started to dig,

And with a great big grin,

I was dancing around and doing a jig.

When I got home to my little cottage in the woods,

Safe and sound,

Dancing as I sang, just clowning around,

So happy that my luck had finally turned around..

  --BLANE R BUNBURY 

Little Donny

Little Donny

Little Donny climbed up the tree just to see what he could see,
He leaps  from branch to branch until he ripped his  little cotton pants,
He climbed up on my shoulder and takes a seat to enjoy his favorite bowl of little treats,
  Giving him time and attention
Is all he seems to need as he plays up and down  taking little bits as he feeds,
He is the best pet monkey ever He's the cutest little fella and is just so clever.
As his day of fun is  all well and done he calms down to take his nap laying down quietly in my lap.

                          By
              Blane  r bunbury

To The jungle

               To 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 care,
  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 is always  so much fun, despite the insects and sometimes me getting lost and  of course the unmistakable hot sun.               
                          By
               Blane r bunbury

Farmer

           The pumpkin patch

Walking  through my pumpkin patch,
Just  swinging my  little old cricket bat, As I walk through happily
All the birds come flying
down to eat, So as they start on their attack I begin to swing my little old bat,
Trying to chase them away you see ,because each of my pumpkin is very dear to me,
I can only hope they will just fly off Peacefully 
Leaving my work and me to be,
Wishful thinking I always say
Because from day  to day
they seem to always come out to play, So as I start another day on time even with a gleam of Hope and  sadness
I will be Protecting each of my  pumpkin Vines
Because to me they are truly  divine.               
                            By
                  Blane r bunbury