Regina Puckett
We used to cover ourselves and play in it
Made tasty mud pies with a little added spit
Never caring what soil did to our skin
We had no idea being dirty was such a sin
So here we are all grown up and looking back
Wishing we could race again two-legged in a shack
Crossing our hearts and swearing we would die
If we ever made another person sad or cry
Closing our eyes and returning to play in the dirt
Running until our lungs swelled and cheerfully hurt
Laughing until we cried with snot running down our faces
Never doubting for a second we were in God’s good graces