Toddlers
When it comes to playing in the dirt
you will find children everywhere in the sand,
but at bathing time every toddler is in rebellion.
When it comes to playing in the dirt
children build astonishing roads and dams
and with soldiers they want to free each other.
When it comes to playing in the dirt
you will find children everywhere in the sand.
poem by Gert Strydom
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His Red Dirt Life
So many red dirt roads he’s traveled
Along his long red dirt life
Children born and raised with
His charming red dirt wife
A home was built and furnished
Upon his red dirt land
He’s done the very best he could
Always taking a red dirt stand
Red dirt roads that lead up to
A bridge to the other side
He tries to go right with the flow
Along life’s red dirt ride
And during that ride it seems
There are some pot holes in the road
But he just keep pluggin’ along you see
Just carrying his red dirt load
The streams and valleys continue
Until the end of his red dirt time
And when the sun beats down on him
He loves to see that red dirt shine!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Kiss The Dirt
Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of doubt
Don't water them with your tears
Don't think about all the years
You'd rather be without
Eden lets me in
I find the seeds of love
And climb upon the highwire
I kiss and tell all my fears
Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt
Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of fun
And we scream like alleycats
Tearing down what we attack
To prove that we are one
Cutting through the night
And we find the seeds of lust
And lose our minds on one intent
These passions never seem to end
song performed by by INXS
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My Little World
Welcome to my little world
Piggys playing in the dirt
Children laughing under the sun
They all have fun
Sorry its too bad
Its only in my head
Welcome to my little dream
Chocolate ice and lots of cream
Youll never hear an angry word
The cat loves the bird
So sorry its too bad
Its only in my head
Welcome to my little world
Piggys playing in the dirt
Children laughing under the sun
They all have fun
Sorry its too bad
Its only in my head
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Franklin Hyde
Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle.
His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyde
Carousing in the Dirt.
He Shook him hard from Side to Side
And Hit him till it Hurt,
Exclaiming, with a Final Thud,
"Take that! Abandoned boy!
For Playing with Disgusting Mud
As though it were a Toy!"
Moral:
From Franklin Hyde's adventure, learn
To pass your Leisure Time
In Cleanly Merriment, and turn
From Mud and Ooze and Slime
And every form of Nastiness-
But, on the other Hand,
Children in ordinary Dress
May always play with Sand.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Rainy beach times
Children playing on a beach,
Nowhere to hide nowhere to seek,
Using there minds to play there games,
Running In the sand on a rainy day,
It dose not matter if the sun doesn't shine,
If the wind blows hard and the sands not dry,
There having fun so that's just fine,
Playing on a beach at two, three, and five,
With sand in there shoes and between there toes,
And wind swept hair and soggy clothes,
They feel no cold only time for fun
The moaning starts when they wet there bum,
It must look like desert to someone so young,
Who's two foot high and full of fun,
What an adventure it must be,
Playing in the sand and feeling free,
I can't remember ever being that high,
But we all must have though's of rainy beach times,
So as I stand here now alone on the beach,
Watching them play no hide and seek,
Spending this moment through children's eyes,
As they have there adventure and a rainy beach times.
Kevin Glenn
29-08-2011
poem by Kevin Glenn
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On The Old Dirt Road
Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell
On the old dirt road
Without a care
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Oh Im a millionairre
Oh and I would do anything to go back there
On the old dirt road
Oh my brother and me
We make a mess all weekend
Till sunday eve
Oh and I am travelling through the past
Oh and I can see myself face to face in the looking glass
Playing in the dust
I havent got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
cos theres no one there
On the old dirt road
I got no name
Build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and I am a child again
Oh and I dont need to pretend
Oh I hear you cry
Go back to sleep
But I cant make it stop
cos its not a dream
Playing in the dust
I havent got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
cos theres no one there
On the old dirt road
Im a millionairre
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Havent got a care
On the old dirt road
I aint got no name
I build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and I would do anything to go back there again
Oh and I -- Im a child again
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Like Children
Can we run through the field like children?
Two adults playing tag.
Can we find a stream like children?
...Skip stones to see how far far is.
Can we climb a tree like children?
Sit on a limb and enjoy the view.
Can we roll in the grass like children?
Tumbling over one another.
Can we forget our cares like children?
Laughing with joy for no reason at all.
poem by Patti Wilburn
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The Unseen Playmate
When children are playing alone on the green,
In comes the playmate that never was seen.
When children are happy and lonely and good,
The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.
Nobody heard him, and nobody saw,
His is a picture you never could draw,
But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home,
When children are happy and playing alone.
He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass,
He sings when you tinkle the musical glass;
Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why,
The Friend of the Children is sure to be by!
He loves to be little, he hates to be big,
'T is he that inhabits the caves that you dig;
'T is he when you play with your soldiers of tin
That sides with the Frenchmen and never can win.
'T is he, when at night you go off to your bed,
Bids you go to sleep and not trouble your head;
For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf,
'T is he will take care of your playthings himself!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I Saw a Little Boy Playing Without Toy
I saw a little boy
Playing without toy
He was merry and gay
In ecstasy, I can say
Undisturbed by worldly affairs
He assumed no airs
He played in dust
Almost lost in lust
Lust of playful pleasure
Enjoying time of leisure
Boy was very naughty
Feared not to get dirty
Enjoyed playing with sand
Taking sand in hand
Making and breaking
Structures of imagination
Throwing sand on his head and shoulders
Like a bravest of brave soldiers
He was playing in the sun
With unlimited fun
From here to there
There to here
Hither and thither
He skipped and jumped
With joy he popped
I saw him one day
But, he in my memory, stay
As a evergreen pleasure
And flashes when in leisure
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Piggies
Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all those little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.
Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
And they always have clean shirts to play around in.
And in their styes with all their backing
They dont care what goes on around
And in their eyes theres something lacking
What they needs a damm good whacking.
Yeah, everywhere theres lots of piggies
Playing piggy pranks
And you can see them on their trotters
Down at the piggy banks
Paying piggy thanks
To thee pig brother
- everybody: -
Everywhere theres lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon.
One more time!
song performed by by George Harrison
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Dirt Bike
Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear theyre coming to our town
Theyve got plans for everyone
And now I hear theyre over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now its
Brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike
In control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought Id understand
til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride
Ride
Ride
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Red Dirt Windmill
There are so many wonderful things
You’ll see in a red dirt world
Like windmills of all sizes
Their blades just whirl and whirl
The pasturelands are brilliant
As you see cattle roam around
And still you hear the noises
Of a windmill sort of sound
Delightful old country homes
Built many years ago
Surrounded by red dirt roads
They help the world to flow
Wild flowers growing ‘long side
Those ambling roads so red
That I could travel all day long
Until time to go to bed
If you’ve never been on red dirt
Or seen a Red Dirt Windmill
Just try it and see what you think
You are in for quite a thrill!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Hey, dad.
Hey dad, thanks for showing me you don’t really care.
And thanks for saying you won’t always be there.
And hey dad, thanks for showing me what I’m really worth
And always making me feel like dirt
Hey dad, thanks for being fair,
And telling me nether you or the world care
Hey dad thanks for telling me I’m worth shi t,
At the same time everyone else did
Hey dad, thanks for hearing me cry,
And never even caring why
Hey dad, thanks for seeing I hurt,
And still decide to treat me like dirt
Hey dad thank you for being hard,
And always playing the “bad seed” card.
Hey dad, thanks for the good work ethic.
And telling me everyone else can f it.
Also, telling me no boy wont like me more.
For what’s on the outside, for being a whore.
Hey dad, thanks for showing me work
Is more important then the children your wife birthed
Hey dad, I changed my mind.
Forget what I said, I wont try to be kind.
You get into my mind, you wont win this time.
I’ll tell you the truth, I’ll tell you for real
And hopefully this time, you’ll feel what we feel.
poem by Bailey Burris
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Beach
BEACH
soft, warm sand
smooth sand castles
white birds
salty, blue water
loud, giggly children playing
peaceful vacation
poem by Kera Davis
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Young Children
YOUNG children playing in the field
of love, there are beatiful trees,
fresh cut grass, and hope, that with
their flags, they can show the world
that with out love, there is no peace.
YOUNG children laughing and playing
in the rain, this is their time, to
take hold of life, and write it all
down, so their children can see, that
with out love, there is no peace.
poem by David Gerardino
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Fresh Dirt
They were relieved!
They had finally found something negative,
To hold against me.
I was relieved too.
They can finally find something to do with their lives.
They had been searching for years.
I did the best I could to leave some dirt on the surface.
I had to redo most of it.
Since I wanted them to find fresh dirt.
And an opportunity to do 'something' else,
Before they ran out of time...
To at least catch up with it!
And I'm still accused of being thoughtless.
I can't believe it!
And that dirt was at least three or four years old.
Well...
It was the best I could do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Red Dirt Moments
So many red dirt moments
Are in my every day
A wonderful part of my life
It’s where I will always stay
Hollowed out in red dirt
Might be a refreshing pond
Surrounded by swishing trees
It’s a place where I’m so fond
I see a farmhouse nestled
Amongst the red dirt land
Wheat fields ripe and ready
So proud of the way it stands
A Mail Pouch barn is unique
Takes us back in time
Another Red Dirt Moment
Such precious ones I find
Summer roses pure and true
The colors so soft and sweet
I press one to my nose
Breathe in a luscious treat
So you see my life is perfect
I have nothing else I need
So many Red Dirt Moments
Am I lucky? Oh yes, indeed!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Nature’s Red Dirt Touch
There’s nothing quite like
A walk on nature’s red dirt trail
So much beauty we touch
So many stories to tell
A meadow of spring flowers
Cheerful with their shade of yellow
A longhorn out in the field
Oh, what a handsome fellow
A barn faded and worn with age
Still able to stand up through time
We continue down red dirt roads
So many of nature’s treasures to find
And then we see in out in a field
Beautiful Elk gracing peacefully
Yes, a nature walk is something
That we all need to see
So when you have some time
To put aside your work and such
Put on some comfortable shoes
And enjoy nature’s red dirt touch!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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We Are The Children Of The World
(p. castro/m.a. kelly)
Waiting on the wings
On the wings of time
Wonder whats to come
And what we will find
Dancing on a dream
In the magic of our mind
Reaching for the sun
As long as it shines
Living day to day
While were on our way
Well find were already there
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
Underneath the blue
In a solitary light
Guiding by a star
A star in the night
The enemy we see
Is the enemy inside
Knowing we can win
Without knowing why
Wed be lost in hope
While we search for more
We find were already there
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
How many times do we look to the sky
Knowing weve nothing to lose
We are the children who wanted to fly
Now we can fly to the moon
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Children Shadows
Into the wind children voices echo’s
From near and far
Laughter of joy
Having fun in a large meadow
Linking to a empty space
The first rising of the moonlit
Night
The images of children within
The moonlit night
Vision of children playing
Around the old, old oak
Tree..
In the first rising of the moonlit
Night,
Vision of children playing within
The realms of shadows run.
In and out of the moonlit night
The children softly, softly fades
Into the night..
poem by Carolyn Sears
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