Pandemic Summer
written by: Mary Bone
Our pandemic summer
kept us in.
What a bummer!
The birds still sang.
The flowers kept blooming.
We were inside, just fuming.
Petals and leaves fell from nearby trees.
Everyone was ready
for a fresh, cool breeze.
Mary Bone
Mary Bone has written two books of poetry. Her recent poems can be found at Spillwords, The Human Touch Journal, Visual Verse and
Tea-Ku Anthology at local Gems poetry. Mary has been writing short stories and poetry since the age of twelve.
Tea-Ku Anthology at local Gems poetry. Mary has been writing short stories and poetry since the age of twelve.
Latest posts by Mary Bone (see all)
- The Witch - October 25, 2021
- Show Me The Way To The River - September 23, 2021
- Pandemic Summer - July 5, 2021
