posted by Regina Gort
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you’ve had in years.
This is your reminder that in order to be a great writer, you must have great experiences. To have great experiences, you must get your face dirty. Go out get dirty and enjoy the spoils of the summer. I am off to hunt up mushrooms, pick some berries, make some jam, and maybe even skinny dip.
How will you get dirty?