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Remembering When by Mary E. Bone

The poems I write have special meaning to me…

It has been that way since the age of twelve when I first began writing poetry.

In this first poem below: ‘Remembering When’ I reminisce on times past in which I’d did sit on porches, and visit with family and friends, and got to know all the neighbors on our block. Those were great times in my life!

‘The Lighthouse’ poem has extra special meaning to me, because it reflects a belief close to my heart: that God is our lighthouse, leading us and shedding light on us daily.  

Remembering When
by Mary E. Bone


Life at times is bleak,
We remember when we were done wrong.
Let's turn the other cheek and think of a happy song.
We remember the good old days,
When people sat out on porches,
The old woman that prays,
And the sun that always scorches.


The Lighthouse
by Mary E. Bone


A lighthouse by the bay,
A lighthouse far away.
God is guiding us with a ray,
Showing us the way,
To a brighter day.



Mary E. Bone resides in Wilson, Oklahoma with her husband Merl. Mary has written two poetry chapbooks and has been published in magazines, journals and newspapers. One of her drawings won a national art contest sponsored by Medtronics. Read more of her poems here, or connect with her on Facebook here








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