Hot Air

Sun shines down so hot,
Cotton field dirt burns bare feet,
The hot air shimmers.

Summer days of old,
Cousins playing on the farm,
Hot dirt, hot air…joy!

Huddled inside now,
Cool air, carpet, dimness here,
Where is hot air joy?

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane
7-31-16


I recall a time in my childhood, when Mother’s family would gather at Aunt Mary and Uncle Dolf’s farm. We cousins would go outside to play in the 106 degree heat and we loved it! We played outside, walking through fields in our bare feet, finding magical objects in the dirt like arrow heads and pretty rocks and we were in our glory. Those are some of my favorite childhood memories.

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Dory Lane

I'm a native Texan who moved to Colorado in 2007. I was born and raised in Lubbock, Texas and still have a Texan twang of which I’m proud. I love God, people, and life! I love helping people. I love writing and reading. I love crafting. Whatever I am doing, I do it with all my heart and all the energy I can muster up!

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