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
This Spud’s For You, By: Mary Bone
spuds undergroundnourishment for the nationswaiting to be filled … [Read more...] about This Spud’s For You, By: Mary Bone
The Smell Of Food, By: Mary Bone
Somewhere in the cityI could smell food cooking,making me hungry.The waft whetted my appetite.my taste buds were getting ready totake a bite ofsomething savory and delicious. … [Read more...] about The Smell Of Food, By: Mary Bone
Flipping Channels, By: Mary Bone
Watching the newscan be stressful.I flip channels hoping tofind some good news.Happiness couldn't be foundon any channel. … [Read more...] about Flipping Channels, By: Mary Bone
Tight Rope, By: Mary Bone
Walking on a tight rope,my nerves are frayed.The world around me is chaotic.These ballerina shoeshave me walking on tip toeto the finish line. … [Read more...] about Tight Rope, By: Mary Bone