Mary D. Stone (1909-1977)

Mary Elizabeth Diver married Garland Stone in Rush, NY, outside of Rochester, in 1928. They lived in various towns in southern New York State where Garland worked as a veterinary surgeon. They had three daughters. After retirement they spent winters in Tucson, Arizona. Mary’s poems are of everyday things, the small wonders of Nature she saw around her. She expressed her pleasure in rhyme with a dash of humor.

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Douglass lineage: Garland-7, Harriet
Stone-6, J.Hubert-5, J.Chester-4, James-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1
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It’s Lambing Time

It’s lambing time,
It’s lambing time,
Here comes that urgent feeling
To see the wobbly ones again.
The lambs are so appealing!

The feet are black,
The wool is new,
The tail is really shaking!
The black nose nudges mother ewe,
And leaves this shepherd quaking!

In The Sugar Bush

The maple tree just felt a tap
And then received a spout,
The bucket now is filled with sap,
And more is running out.
So come and gather quickly, men,
Then boil the syrup down.
Its amber sweetness taste again,
The pride of Sugartown!

To An Early Bee

Intelligent bee,
How did you know
That the crocus would open?
Who told you so?

You buzzed around
The delicate cup
And sensed the moment
It opened up!

Then helped yourself
And sipped your fill
Till the crocus closed
In an April chill.

Maytime

The cows are having a picnic,
Eating outdoors today
On the tender greens of the pasture,
Delicious in early May!

Their ear tags glisten like jewels,
The sunshine warms them through,
And they answer the red-winged black birds
With a deep contralto, “Moo”.

Spring Rain

The barnyard is wet and muddy,
But the meadows are turning green.
The rain has a dismal patter,
But the roof tops are shining clean.

The farmers are late with planting,
The ground is too wet for grain,
But I’ve been to the desert country;
I will never deplore the rain!