Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Nature’s Red Dirt Touch


There’s nothing quite like
A walk on nature’s red dirt trail
So much beauty we touch
So many stories to tell

A meadow of spring flowers
Cheerful with their shade of yellow
A longhorn out in the field
Oh, what a handsome fellow

A barn faded and worn with age
Still able to stand up through time
We continue down red dirt roads
So many of nature’s treasures to find

And then we see in out in a field
Beautiful Elk gracing peacefully
Yes, a nature walk is something
That we all need to see

So when you have some time
To put aside your work and such
Put on some comfortable shoes
And enjoy nature’s red dirt touch!

Submitted: Saturday, November 17, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011
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