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A Child in Red Dirt

He was just a little kid
In a kid’s kind of world
Examining the places
Where the red dirt swirled

Hills and little trenches
To climb and investigate
Thoughts and visions
For a child to create

There’s no better place
For a youngster to enjoy
Than in the red dirt country
They don’t even need a toy

Just old-fashioned imagination
That all little children possess
Tucked into their little heads
Many things they can access

There’s nothing like watching
A child in a world of red dirt
Let’s imagine we’re a kid again
You know, it wouldn’t hurt!

Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 27, 2011


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  • Rajnish Manga (10/20/2012 9:00:00 AM)

    Simple & innocent is the world of a small child where a bit of red dirt is enough to make him happy. Grown ups cannot compete. Lovely poem.

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  • Sylva Portoian (5/18/2012 1:02:00 PM)

    Sorry I liked to crawn you rhymes

    To say climb and chase...
    Will be softer...
    I think
    With out hurting your soulful phrase...!

  • Sylva Portoian (5/18/2012 12:58:00 PM)

    I love babies...
    And this one
    Adorable...
    you can sing and dance
    With the words...

  • Sylva Portoian (5/18/2012 12:56:00 PM)

    I love babies...
    And this one
    Adorable...
    you can sing and dance
    With the words...

  • Nikunj Sharma (11/2/2009 2:44:00 AM)

    ankles red, so were the palms
    Mom's anger, after red dirt realms
    lets be that child again
    to play in the dirt and rain
    to forget everything else including us
    and enjoy the journey on childhood bus...

  • Sandra Fowler (8/15/2009 2:29:00 AM)

    Perfectly enchanting. I grew up in Appalachia
    where imagination was more highly prized
    than toys.10, for your creative child.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra

  • Vinod Kumar (4/9/2009 8:41:00 AM)

    the child is the sun in the early morning red mountain, sweet dirt, all the begining is in it, thanks for sharing 10++

  • Mamta Agarwal (2/7/2009 11:58:00 AM)

    sense of adventureunmindful of the mess- a child's world beautifully recreated by you.10


    Mamta

  • Ron Flowers (11/29/2008 8:06:00 AM)

    Marilyn, this one could have been written about me. I have enjoyed everything I have read by you. I have just been reminded that I must read some more.

    Warm regards
    Ron

  • Sylvia Feeley (11/24/2008 4:59:00 AM)

    It is sad that as we grow older, we seem to lose our imagination. Maybe we adults should take time and play in the dirt again. Thanks for such a nice reminder of childhood.

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