Black tarred little feet padding up and down
The dirt road.
The bandaid on her knee fresh from a fall off the slide at school.
She wandered along the oiled road looking for friends to play and run with.
She walked and ran, skipping between rocks, never a balance rule..
Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl.
Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun.
She runs down her neighborhood road, searching...
Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun.
Far off she can hear dogs bark, and close to her, dogs answer.
She wonders, what do they say? Is it a warning?
Is it a get-together?
She can hear the cars on the highway going to and fro, where do they go?
She can hear the other children. But they are hiding, where-ever..
Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl.
Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun.
She runs down her neighborhood road, searching ...
Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun.
Round the curve she races, finding shade under a big oak tree.
She crashes to the ground, tumbling, rolling
and ending up,
She laughs at the fun, stands to dust grass off her hurt knee.
Her long dark hair makes her look like a lil' indian girl.
Her dark complexion darkens more in the hot summer sun.
She runs downs her neighborhood road, searching...
Looking for those friends to come run in the sun kissed sun.
Memories as a child.