Fully right now the thought of
walking on damp earth, barefoot
brings pleasant thoughts to mind.

Long ago times of childhood
out after dark tagging along
as my older brother hunted
for worms in summer.

What a joy this was for me
though right now
I can't think of a reason
why it should have been, yet
I know it was.

And it was the feel of the dirt
of the grass wet with rain
upon my barefeet, as I just
kind of lagged behind not really
watching as he pulled the little
worms out of the ground.

Funny how back then I never
worried about stepping on one
of them little worms, but now
it just kind of makes me feel
creepy.

But back then, it was magical
the darkness of the night
falling upon brother and sister
under a dark, star riddled sky
the flashlight beam showing mist
in air, as it pointed there,
where life wiggled in the lawn.
A special time of innocence
that I remember with fondness
of thought, upon barefoot girls
and wet cool earth between the toes.

WhiteRose 11/05/02