‘The Age of Innocence’ and other poems
By: Mary Bone
The Age of Innocence
It was the age of innocence,
In our younger years.
You could see it everywhere.
We wished we could go back there.
Lines were in a swirl, interwoven.
The tree still holds memories,
between the lines.
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Turning Over a New Leaf
I turned over a new leaf,
after the storms of life.
I put the leaf between book pages
as a new chapter began.
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A Special Day
Fresh flowers in the middle of the table-
a pleasing smell.
An indigo blue tablecloth with patterns
combining with the aroma-
made the day special.