Hi Pixie

The Grains of Sand of Time

Brother Sun reaches out, warms the land.
With Mother earth will always stand,
Father Time, hand in hand,
And slowly go the grains of sand,
The grains of sand of time.

Sister Moon proudly glows,
Watch from the North the cold wind blows,
From the South the warm she knows,
One always quickens, the other slows,
For the grains of sand of time.

From the East comes all the best,
Leaving ruin for the West.
And humans always are the guest.
From time to time there comes no rest,
For the grains of sand of time.

By C C Shultz
(A.K.A. Pixie)
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Posted by Grandpa at 3/8/2009 7:51 PM | Add Comment

Dumb Distractions!

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. I'm trying to think, but I can't with that loud clock.<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 9/21/2007 1:45 PM | Add Comment

Baby Owl

Deep in the forest in the tallest tree, On the lowest branch in a nest sits me!<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 9/19/2007 5:35 PM | Add Comment

I'm a Little Aloe Plant

I'm a little Aloe plant,I live with all my friends.<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 7/25/2007 8:52 AM | View Comments (1) | Add Comment

The Vacuum

The vacuum cleaner screams and moans<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 7/25/2007 8:48 AM | View Comments (1) | Add Comment

Marshmallows

Marshmallows roasting everywhere!<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 7/25/2007 8:42 AM | Add Comment

Pixie in a Basket - Chapter 5: Friends

"Help! Get me out of here!" came a faint cry from inside. Curious, Mandy slowly opened the lid. "Oh my!" she wispered to herself. "It's me!" There, standing in the basket, clearly trembling, stood a mini mirror image of her.<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 7/24/2007 9:48 PM | Add Comment

MY KARATE DREAM

I kick, jump, block and twist. They turn around to throw their fist. I dodge and return, My excitement starts to burn, And watch them get mad because they missed.<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 7/10/2007 4:58 PM | Add Comment

FOUR SCORE

Three hundred sixty-five days in a year, The weather changes as each season draws near.<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 7/10/2007 4:55 PM | Add Comment

A COLD WINTER'S NIGHT

Lying awake in my bed tonight, Wrapped in my covers so warm. I think about the snow outside, That comes with grace and form.<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 7/10/2007 4:51 PM | Add Comment

SPRING

Spring has sprung, it's all around, From the highest point to the lowest ground. Old clay pots that have not been wrecked, With flowers they shall soon be decked.<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 3/26/2007 10:03 PM | Add Comment

I Wish I Had a Basket

Hi Pixie,

I am so excited about the story you are writing about a pixie in a basket. While reading your first draft, I was inspired to write this poem for you.

I Wish I Had a Basket
By Grandpa

I wish I had a basket I could keep with me each day,
And in it lived a pixie who was you in every way,
Except she would be small enough to feel the space inside,
Was comfortable and safe enough to be a place to hide.

I'd line my little basket with the softest silken thread,
And velvet pillows all around for her to lay her head.
When I was all alone and there was no one else in sight,
I'd open up my basket and we'd play and talk all night.

She'd tell me of a magic place where life is really dreams,
And all we thought was really real is not the way it seems.
To prove it she's use pixie ...<< MORE >>

Posted by Grandpa at 3/20/2007 3:12 PM | Add Comment

My Pre-Teen Near Death Experience

Did dying hurt? Was my life over before I was even a teen? What was it like to drown? I am surprised I could even think at that moment.<< MORE >>
Posted by Pixie at 3/20/2007 12:14 PM | View Comments (1) | Add Comment

A Fourth of Me

Hi Pixie,

This is a poem, especially for you.

A Fourth of Me
By Grandpa

Everything my Grandpa was, before he passed away,
Was half of all my Mother was, though she is gone today.
And of the half I got from Mom, it's very clear to see,
The half she got from Grandpa, had become a fourth of me.

Everything I've ever been and all I'll ever be,
Is half of all your Daddy is, for he is half of me.
And everything your Daddy is, it's very clear to see,
Is half of all that you've become, so you're a fourth of me.

Everything you've ever been, you'll pass along some day.
Your child will be a half of you, 'cause that is nature's way.
I hope you tell her, when she's grown enough that she can see,
How you have shared the part of you that holds a fourth of me.

A fourth of me, ...<< MORE >>

Posted by Grandpa at 3/9/2007 6:58 AM | View Comments (1) | Add Comment
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