Red Earth
In Alabama, on
a church choir trip,
thirty-some
of us youth from P-A,
I saw red
earth for the first time.
Crammed on
an old school bus,
we napped
leaning on our arms
and we stayed
in people’s homes.
We sang “Lightshine,”
the girls
in long green checked dresses,
the boys in
jeans, shirts and bowties.
It was the
first time many of us
traveled that
far south and red earth
made us feel
we had landed on Mars.
I live in
Colorado now, “color red.”
I saw a a
river turn red after a storm.
I’ve been to
fifty states and a few countries.
My world has
expanded. New places
and experiences
don’t seem so foreign.
Aging may
have its advantages.
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