Rocking Chair

Poetry by Chris Bunton

photo by poet

I sit in my rockin chair
and think of things far and near.

Things like the weather,
and whether I want soup or salad for dinner.

I listen to the birds sing,
and think things, that make me dream.

I watch butterflies float,
And hear the bullfrog gloat.

Creak Creak
Creak Creak
says the squeak, of that old chair on the floor.

Regrets, hopes and prayers fly,
and not a day goes by, that you’re not on my mind.

Creak Creak
Creak Creak
Over and over again, over there, bye and bye

I got so much I need to do.
But… what do I really want to do?

The joy of that rockin chair;
Now where’s my friend to meet me there?

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Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ a collection…