MARY BONE

MARY BONE

Winter Nuts

The wind blew the leaves

away from my pecan harvest.

Squirrels and birds watched

from a distance hoping

we would leave a few behind.

It was great to push some into

a hole at the base of a tree.

They were in storage

for a later time when ice would cover the ground.

The winter nuts sustained us all.

Surviving

Hand over hand we crawled

On the barren ground,

Looking for sustenance.

Food was scarce.

Turnips were found

Underneath the ground.

Times were tough.

A good turnip soup

Warmed our bones,

Helping us survive the drought.

Dustbowl Existence

A dustbowl existence

left my family

parched and panting.

Buckets were placed

underneath waterspouts

in case a cloud came up to

refresh our water supply.

We thirsted for the good times.

MARY BONE

MARY BONE: Mary Bone’s poems have been published at O.P.A., Spillwords, Visual Verse, The Bardo Group, Z Publishing House in the 2019 Emerging Poets 2019 series and other places. She enjoys painting and drawing in her spare time.