A Child In Red Dirt Poem by Marilyn Lott
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!
Perfectly enchanting. I grew up in Appalachia where imagination was more highly prized than toys.10, for your creative child. Warmest regards, Sandra
the child is the sun in the early morning red mountain, sweet dirt, all the begining is in it, thanks for sharing 10++
sense of adventureunmindful of the mess- a child's world beautifully recreated by you.10 Mamta
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
Excellent Marilyn, I think it's time for a children's Kindle book perhaps, I would love to see that.....
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.
Sorry I liked to crawn you rhymes To say climb and chase... Will be softer... I think With out hurting your soulful phrase...!
I love babies... And this one Adorable... you can sing and dance With the words...
I love babies... And this one Adorable... you can sing and dance With the words...
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 4:00:36 AM # 1.0.0
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...