DIRT

Mom, I fell
and I'm a mess.
I got dirt
on my new dress.

There is dirt
all over the place,
on my shoes,
my hands,
my face.

     I'm at a Highlights Foundation Poetry Workshop titles Poetry for the Delight of It, facilitated by David L. Harrison.  The prompt he gave for this poem was dirt. Would you like to try writing your own dirt  poems today?