MARY BONE

MARY BONE

NATURE’S GIRL

Yesterday, I was nature’s girl,

Running free and wild.

The wind blew my hair into a twirl,

As I ran through forests undefiled.

I was jungle girl Jane,

I wasn’t plain.

The forest kept me sane.

Now the fast lane

Drives me insane.

Nature’s girl so carefree,

Now polluted with the world’s cares

I can’t go back to what I used to be.

For I’m caught in too many snares.

MIDNIGHT SUN

Midnight sun over the artic,

A magnificent and memorable trip.

Icebergs were floating along

In the glow of the midnight sun.

There was a lovely palette of colors

With illuminating lights,

An amazing journey, on a perfect cruise.

There were no cares in the world.

SPRINGTIME IN PARIS

Springtime in the city of light,

On a redeye flight to Europe.

Paris was calling my name.

It was a turbulent flight

and I would never be the same.

MARY BONE

MARY BONE has been writing poems and short stories since the age of twelve. Recent poetry acceptance can be found at Our Poetry Archive, Literary Yard, Spillwords, The New Ink Review, Poem Source and numerous blogs, journals and newspapers. A forthcoming acceptance will be posted by The Homestead Review in the Fall.