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!
Read you this morning, Marilyn, and thanks indeed for taking me back to my childhood and bringing all that into me again so that i can go out and roll in the grass and pick up, not red soil, but sandy soil, with my hair all filled with sand. Oh, ti's so wonderful to be a child all over; better still, be like a child all the time. thanks. Mark
It is sad that as we grow older, we seem to lose our imagination. Maybe we adults should take time and play in the dirt again. Thanks for such a nice reminder of childhood.
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...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ms. Lott, this poem reminded me about being in the beautiful island of Kaui for a vacation. I have never seen anything like it in my life. The dirt was literally red and they get into everything and the children enjoy playing on it. A '10'