A Child In Red Dirt Comments

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...

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...

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

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.

this is so beautiful........well penned

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

A beautiful composition with nice imagery. 10+

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'

Hello Marilyn. Where did you get my profile and when did you convert it into a poem about me for everyone tor read? HaHa! Sounds just like me. Man, I used to eat a lot of it as well. Bless you friend an enjpoyable read. See my new poem: Beautiful America Have a great day! Loyd

Great rhyming scheme, smooth flow! All we did when I was a child, played outside! ! With imagination!

Oh, but the sweet old memories of when being a child. They bring back so much fun from the past that one would like to time travel back. You have painted a picture in me to store in my gallery up in my mind. JOB WELL DONE! ! !

Hi, I really loved your poem took me back home in my mind, what a wonderful write, country dirt roads, but I did notice something you might want to change if you haven't already Many things they can assess = accesses your friend Tracy ~10~ great write loved the flow and wording

A good poem. To understand the dominant image, the red dirt, well enough needs effort.