I Am a Little Girl Sitting In a Backyard Swing

I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing
I am sweet tea with a slice of lemon
I hear the distant sound of crickets from my childhood
I smell the coming of rain in the air
I feel the refreshing dew on the grass
I build pine straw houses under the shade of a tall Georgia pine
I stand at the backdoor waiting for freshly mopped floors to dry
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am the feel of a cool summer breeze
I am Conway Twitty and George Jones blaring on the breeze of a spring cleaning
I hear little girl voices singing shake, shake my playmate
I feel the hot pavement on my bare feet
I mix delicious mud pies with my little sister
I climb an apple tree for a snack and ride in a wheel barrel around dead man’s curve
I call a friend, just because
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am fried green tomatoes, pintos, and cornbread
I am the smell of honeysuckle in the summer air
I hear the faint sound of the snowball truck coming down a country road
I see the bright stars of summer nights as I play hide and seek
I skate in sock-feet to the sound of Charlie Pride coming from an old record player
I ride my bike down long country roads
I glide through the house on a magic blanket
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing

I am a plate of gravy and biscuits topped with tomatoes
I am clothes hanging on the line to dry
I hear the sound of an attic fan on a hot Georgia night
I taste warm blackberries picked fresh from the vine
I hear the sweet sound of birds in the morning air
I feel cold water coming from a hose on a hot summer day
I walk down a long country road with a friend
I am a little girl sitting in a backyard swing