It is the red dirt,
The red dirt,
That I yearn for even now.
It is the red dirt,
The red dirt
That calls out to me.
It is the red dirt,
The red dirt
That won’t come out.
It is the red dirt,
The red dirt
That has stained my soul.
It is the red dirt,
The red dirt
To be seen in my jar.
It is the red dirt,
The red dirt
From my country,
Therefore home.
About the Creator
Emma Datson
I am 40ish, medically interesting, Australian poet, who is finally using her voice. My superpower is my vocabulary. Dive in and read an eclectic mix of poetry and creative non-fiction, full of love, grief and hope. Light, love
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