Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

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. (Report) Reply

  • 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...! (Report) Reply

  • 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... (Report) Reply

  • 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 (Report) Reply

  • 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++ (Report) Reply

  • 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 (Report) Reply

  • 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 (Report) Reply

  • 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. (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (10/9/2008 3:00:00 AM)

    Read you this morning, Marilyn, and thanks indeed for taking me back to my childhood and bringing all that into me again so that i can go out and roll in the grass and pick up, not red soil, but sandy soil, with my hair all filled with sand. Oh, ti's so wonderful to be a child all over; better still, be like a child all the time. thanks.
    Mark (Report) Reply

  • June Feir-Cruz (9/15/2008 10:48:00 AM)

    Ms. Lott, this poem reminded me about being in the beautiful island of Kaui for a vacation. I have never seen anything like it in my life. The dirt was literally red and they get into everything and the children enjoy playing on it. A '10' (Report) Reply

  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/23/2008 6:15:00 AM)

    Hello Marilyn. Where did you get my profile and when did you convert it into a poem about me for everyone tor read? HaHa!
    Sounds just like me. Man, I used to eat a lot of it as well. Bless you friend an enjpoyable read.
    See my new poem: Beautiful America
    Have a great day! Loyd (Report) Reply

  • Barbara Haskell (11/27/2007 6:51:00 AM)

    Great rhyming scheme, smooth flow! All we did when I was a child, played outside! ! With imagination! (Report) Reply

  • Raul Castelan (6/8/2007 7:44:00 AM)

    Oh, but the sweet old memories of when being a child. They bring back so much fun from the past that one would like to time travel back. You have painted a picture in me to store in my gallery up in my mind. JOB WELL DONE! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Tracy Rollings (5/25/2007 5:13:00 PM)

    Hi, I really loved your poem took me back home in my mind, what a wonderful write, country dirt roads, but I did notice something you might want to change if you haven't already
    Many things they can assess = accesses
    your friend Tracy ~10~ great write loved the flow and wording (Report) Reply

  • Raveendran . (5/21/2007 9:28:00 PM)

    A good poem. To understand the dominant image, the red dirt, well enough needs
    effort. (Report) Reply

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