Black Bird
Lazy Days
That black bird’s call;
takes me to the lake I know.
From way back, the Red wing goes,
to the waters of old.
That Red wing cries,
from the Cattail waves.
While the water laps,
on the boats sides.
Those lazy days,
of sparkling joy.
When the wind gently blew,
and the spirit went away.
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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 of dystopian short stories.“The Future is Coming” and his latest book “The Latter Days‘ is a book on Bible Prophecy and avoiding the deceptions to come.
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