Daily Prompt

I Forgot Crimson Soil

Red Soil

I forgot miles of crimson soil burning red in Alabama sun

I forgot the feel of earth velvety rich between my toes

I forgot the smell of dirt after a thunderstorm

steaming bread freshly baked

I forgot childish play in Alabama clay

 fingers glazed with mud pie batter

I forgot tranquil car rides on hidden backroads

imprints snaking inch-deep tunnels

I forgot the sound of rocks crunching beneath my feet

shiny gems sprinkling strawberry lanes

I forgot Alabama soil runs deep in my veins

I forgot the sun turns my hair and skin Indian red

I forgot how small sky and earth made me feel

 a speckle of dust, a grain of topography where I was born

 

 

Copyright 2017 by E. Denise Billups

Photo: Courtesy of Pinterest

 

16 thoughts on “I Forgot Crimson Soil”

    1. Hahaha! So true. I actually lived a small part of my childhood in Pensacola, Florida before moving to New York at the age of nine. My family is still there. So we were not too far from you in the Panhandle of Florida.

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