A Child In Red Dirt

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!