Rebecca, Age 10, Menlo Park, CA
                      A pixie's hair
Is so fair.
Her twinkling eyes
Are like stars that never die.
Her little pointed nose
Is like a leaf doing a pose.
A pixie's wings
Are such beautiful things.
Her dainty pointed shoes
Are made of different hues.
And I saw a pixie, I swear!
But now it isn't anywhere.
Home | Read | Write | Copyright | Privacy

ISSN 1703-3020

This page was last updated on November 07, 2012 by the KIWW Webmaster.