Red Dirt 101 - Poem by Marilyn Lott
One day as I was strolling
Down a lonesome red dirt road
Something caught my eye
It was curious to behold
For it looked as though something
Had died right then and there
It wasn’t very large in fact
It was kinda delicate and spare
Could it have been an animal
That came to a quick demise?
Or was it just part of a storm
Blew in before the sun could rise?
I gently poked it with the toe
Of my sturdy cowboy boot
And decided it is a conglomeration
Of a dead cactus and a dangling root!
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