Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Red Dirt Moments


So many red dirt moments
Are in my every day
A wonderful part of my life
It’s where I will always stay

Hollowed out in red dirt
Might be a refreshing pond
Surrounded by swishing trees
It’s a place where I’m so fond

I see a farmhouse nestled
Amongst the red dirt land
Wheat fields ripe and ready
So proud of the way it stands

A Mail Pouch barn is unique
Takes us back in time
Another Red Dirt Moment
Such precious ones I find

Summer roses pure and true
The colors so soft and sweet
I press one to my nose
Breathe in a luscious treat

So you see my life is perfect
I have nothing else I need
So many Red Dirt Moments
Am I lucky? Oh yes, indeed!

Submitted: Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 13, 2011
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