A Peck of Dirt

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Small child
Kneeling in the dirt,
Making mud pies
To crunch and grind
Between your teeth,
And swallow.

Draw a hopscotch pattern in the dirt.
With a stick from off the playground.
Throw ancient, broken glass
Onto a hopscotch square,
Pick-up broken glass
Balanced on one leg.

Eighth grade softball
With the other kids.
On a dirt diamond.
Never miss a ball.
Sit on it if you must.
Everybody bathe on Saturday.

Tags: Childhood, Eating Dirt, Florida Poet, Poem, Poetry