Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Country Red Dirt Road


Down that red dirt road
Off to the side I see
Cattle gracing in herds
Staring sweetly at me

Yes, the red dirt takes us
Past old farmyard barns
Farmers standing ‘round
Spinning red dirt yarns

Daisies waving by the side
Of the red dirt road so fresh
Brilliant colors perfectly
Blend in with all the rest

More cows by the fence
Watch as I go by
Driving a red dirt road
Sure does make time fly!

Submitted: Friday, September 26, 2008

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  • Thad Wilk (9/26/2008 11:02:00 PM)

    A nice scenic picture you have painted, inked in colours - pleasing to the eye!
    Way to go Marilyn! ! *10*! !
    Best wishes!
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