Writing In the Dirt

Writing In The Dirt A child I had a worrisome pain that hurt so often that I simply wrote in the dirt So great and often was this huge fight a great need to just open up to write! No need to buy paper or turn the page we were so poor when I was at that age Writing so soothed my body and mind sent my spirit gifted treasures to find! How well I remember pretending to be sick staying home from school with that stick Writing poems and exploring the wild woods ignoring things that I never ever should! So often late afternoon sitting in the shade the poems and short stories I cleverly made Left for the wind and rain to just wash away joyfully began again the very next dry day! Harvest time my dad sure knew my little trick moaning and groaning , pretending to be sick Father came up with his compromising plan weekends write , other days work like a man! Summers when brothers and I were not fighting my creative soul was under a tree writing So great was that pleasure and purest joy truly a great gift to such a very poor boy! Sweet memories of wiling away the long hours ran inside only by too many summer showers Long gone are days of writing on the ground internet, a computer keyboard happily found! Robert. J. Lindley, 07-14-2014