Prarie Grass Hair
By Mary Bone

 

My hair was like prairie grass blowing
In the wind.
A cool breeze rippled around me.
It was good to be part of the heartland.

 

The Orphan Poem

 

An orphaned poem
was taken in from the quagmire.
The poem had been rejected.
Now it shines in the spotlight,
waiting for the audience to clap.
The poem began to sing its own song and felt
at home as the music began.

 

Mary Bone from US is writing poetry since childhood. Her poems are published at ActiveMuse, The Oklahoma Today Magazine, Literary Yard, Words of the Lamb, The Ink Pantry, The Academy of the Heart and Mind, and other places.