Mine is a story of mud. . .
When I was a little girl
I loved to eat dirt
My favorite recipe, mud pies—
One cup water, two cups Mother Earth
When I think about it now
"Was I completely insane?"
If asked to eat it today
I would say, "Never again!"
One memorable day at school
My teacher read a story out loud
A story about a soldier
That made me grin both inside and out
His story was a story of mud
"Reddish brown mud, blackish mud, gray mud
Soggy mud, dried up mud, hopeless mud
Even suck-your-shoe-off-your-foot mud. . .
Mud all over his pants and his boots
Mud in his water and mud in his food
Woolen blankets coated with caked mud
So stiff they wouldn't do anyone good. . .
Mud so think guns sand to their axles
Mules disappeared without a trace
Once a soldier stuck deep in the mud
Used his musket to mark his place"
This soldier fought
Alongside many who died
In civil war
Filled with hardship and pride
Now as I reminisce of my days with mud
On my face, clothes, socks, even shoes
I think about this lonely Union soldier
With his mud pies amidst the blues
Sharla Lee Shults