Boombox blaringdown the street,dancing to the music-shuffling our feet.Boom box tied to my bikerolling down hills,I ride, ride, ride. … [Read more...] about Boom Box, By: Mary Bone
Across The Margins, By: Mary Bone
I rode my horseacross the margins,dust was flying all around.My journey was just beginning,when I landed on the footnotesof my imagination. … [Read more...] about Across The Margins, By: Mary Bone
End Of The Season, By: Mary Bone
It was the end of the season.Cooler temps were on the way.It had been a long, hot summer.Grasshoppers took over the garden-without rhyme or reason. … [Read more...] about End Of The Season, By: Mary Bone
Summer Dresses, By: Mary Bone
Summer dresseson the line,blowing in the wind.Different colors billowing-polka dots and plaidsto go with summer shoes. … [Read more...] about Summer Dresses, By: Mary Bone
Potato Digger, By: Mary Bone
Harsh climatedigging potatoesscraped knucklesdirt in my shoes,a baby Copperhead rolled outof a hole i had dug.I'm so glad he didn't bite me.More spuds for supper. … [Read more...] about Potato Digger, By: Mary Bone