Wild Child
Wild child, , she ran free
barefoot imagination
soul born in the country
full of life, fascination
She was a wild mustang,
rearing, racing over hills
heart was full, spirit sang
lifetime memories were filled
She believed in fairies
knew elves were in the woods
leprechauns were scary
she’d catch one if she could
Pine trees and bracken fern
Crawdads in babbling streams
she embraced them to learn
what living really means
Fire flies that flit at dusk
She’d catch them in a jar
then let them free , she must
dreams fly, beacons from afar
Never really caught her dreams
now she has grown older
fire flies have flown away
Yet, time has made her bolder
Loves have come, gone in life
Children she has raised
wild child has seen strife
On knees, to God, has prayed
Wild women, you run free
full of imagination,
full of childhood memories
and lifetime inspiration
Copyright © Nancy Garcia | Year Posted 2005
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