The Land of Red Dirt

Once, there was a girl.

That girl is now a woman,

But she still remembers, when as a child,

They lived on the land of red dirt,

Of wide open flatness,

And it seemed as if the land went on forever.

She loved being on the land. 

She worked there, loved there, cried there.

It was so untamed and alive!

When lightning came and struck the earth,

The air was electric,

When the rains came and soaked everything,

You could smell it for days after.

When drought came and the land was parched,

You saw the heat rising in opaque waves.

Yet through all this,

The land itself never changed.

It flowed with the seasons

As easy as breathing

And you felt that it was alive.