Soiled Beyond Recognition

by RainbowSlider   Jun 18, 2006


Kids playing in the playground.
People on the park side benches.
Sliding in on the first base.
Gliding down the big slide.
Building castles in the sand.
Climbing on the monkey bars.
Spinning the merry-go-round.
Swinging on the swing sets.
Digging hands in the garden.
We touch the soil.
The soil touches us.
We are a part of nature.
Nature is part of us.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Isabella

    Sweet little poem about how kids manege to get dirty all the time.
    It is also a poem that reminds us about our rooths way back in nature.

  • 18 years ago

    by PygmyPuff

    I like it...I feel in touch with nature, lolz. The only thing is you use "sliding" as an action twice...

    [PygmyPuff]