Hi Pixie

The Grains of Sand of Time

2009-03-08T23:51:00Z

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)

Dumb Distractions!

2007-09-21T17:45:00Z

Dumb Distractions!

by Pixie

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
I'm trying to think, but I can't with that loud clock.

Round and Round, That fan seems very busy.
But it's so hard to think when it's making me dizzy!

Bright, Dark, Bright,
Something's wrong with my bedroom light.

Suddenly, it's a blackout! I scream and I shout.
Finally, I can see, but still nothing will come out!

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Baby Owl

2007-09-19T21:35:00Z

Baby Owl

by Pixie

Deep in the forest in the tallest tree,
On the lowest branch in the nest sits me!

I've got big green eyes and a pair of wings,
My down is golden and I eat little things.

My mommy hunts at night while I wait for her alone,
Some day when I'm big, I'll go out on my own.

I'm just like my mom, and some day you'll see,
I'll go out to hunt, while my mommy waits for me!

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I'm a Little Aloe Plant

2007-07-25T12:52:00Z

I'm A Little Aloe Plant

by Pixie

I'm a little Aloe plant,
I live with all my friends.
We're all content to live here,
'Cause we're friends to the end.

We have a close connection,
And act like family.
And if I had the chance to leave,
I'd stay, because, we're we.

We stick together through good times and bad,
Like honey and a bee.
I'd give my life for one of them,
'Cause they're my family.

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The Vacuum

2007-07-25T12:48:00Z

The Vacuum

by Pixie

The vacuum cleaner screams and moans,
cries and groans,
growls and drones,
And makes it hard to think.
I just can't get inspiration,
While Grandpa vacuums under the sink.

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Marshmallows

2007-07-25T12:42:00Z

Marshmallows

by Pixie

White as the clouds,
Soft as the sky,
Guess what I spy,
With my little eye.

Sweet as sugar,
But mostly fat,
Don't ruin dessert,
Just don't think of that!

Roasting here,
Roasting there,
Marshmallows roasting everywhere!

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Pixie in a Basket - Chapter 5: Friends

2007-07-25T01:48:00Z

Hi Grandpa,

This is one part of a larger story called "Pixie in a Basket", which is about fairies and a pixie who live in the rain forest. It is Chapter 5, called "Friends". I will post other chapters as I complete them.

Pixie in a Basket
Chapter 5: Friends

A short girl with long, light brown hair was crouched over the stream taking a drink. Her name was Malissa, but everybody called her Mandy. Mandy stood up and walked back to where she had been working. She had just finished a basket and it's lid. Sitting down on the rock she had been using as a seat, she picked up the basket.
"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.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my basket?" Mandy paused. "What are you?" The tiny figure managed to get up enough courage to speak, but it was very quietly.
"Oh! Is this your basket? I am terribly sorry! I didn't mean to fall in but a crow attacked me and hit me and nearly got me and I fell and landed in the basket and the crow-"
"Woa! Slow down! I can barely hear you!" The figure jumped back and stood against the far side of the basket. It was shaking very hard and was staring up at Mandy with fear.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! It's just that I can't tell what you're saying." Mandy apologized.
"Would you be able to hear me if I shrunk you?" the tiny figure said as loudly as she could. Mandy could hear that.

"Maybe. But how would you do that?" The figure smiled, but Mandy could barely see it. Turning to her side, the figure showed wings, violet wings, that Mandy had not seen before. Then she reached into a pouch on her belt and pulled out a handful of dust. The tiny figure moved toward Mandy with the dust and threw it over her her head. In a flash, Mandy was standing beside the figure in the basket, exactly the same size. It was then that Mandy realized what the figure was.
"Are you a fairy?"
"No, I'm actually a pixie. Fairies are bigger than pixies." she smiled and continued, "Can you hear me now?"
"Yes, I can! Now tell me again how you got stuck in the basket, and how we get-Oh! What happened to your arm?" Mandy had just noticed that she had a gash down the side of her arm, and that she held it close to her body.
"It's from the crow I tried to tell you about. I was exploring, and I got lost. A crow attacked me, and gave me this cut. I was startled, and fell. I landed in your basket.The crow attacked again, dropping the lid on the basket by accident. I was trapped. That's when you found me." The pixie explained.
"Will you be alright?"
"Yes, I just need a bandage to keep it clean. It will heal." The two of them stood there, staring at each other for a moment. It was Mandy who broke the silence.
"I never did catch your name...."
"Mandy. What's yours?"
"Malissa, but everyone calls me Mandy."
"To keep things simple, can I call you by your full name?"
"Sure."
"You seem lost in thought."
"Well, I was hoping I could write this down, so I remember it when I am old."
"You can write?"
"Yeah, and I was hoping you could shrink my pad and pencil down so I could write it down."
"Sure! Stand back!"

Malissa took a step back so Mandy could work. Mandy jumped up and took flight. She hovered over the pad and pencil for a moment, then sprinkled some of her pixie dust on them. They emmediately shrank to the perfect size. She landed, grabbed them, then flew over and set them down beside the basket. Malissa was trying to climb out of the basket, so Mandy lifted her up and over, then let her down gently.
"Wow! Thanks!" Malissa sat down and crossed her legs, then picked up the pad and pencil and started to write. Mandy stood behind her, looking over her shoulder.
"What are you writing, Malissa?"
"Why? Can't you read?"
"No." Mandy paused. "Can you teach me?"
"I guess so. Do you know anything?"
"I know how to read, but not very well."

"Let's start with that. Make yourself comfortable." Mandy flew up and hovered over Malissa and sprinkled some dust on her.
"Stand up!" Malissa did. "Now jump!" Malissa crouched down and put all her strength in jumping up.
"Wheeeeee! I can flyyy!" Mandy positioned herself so she was lying down on the air, her wings holding her up. Malissa did the same thing beside her.
"Are you good at writing and reading?"
"Yeah. I love dreaming up stories then writing them down."
"Well, where do we start?"
"First we improve your reading skills." Malissa held the pad in her left hand and her pencil in her right. She started to write something, then held it up to Mandy.
"What does this say?"
"My...name...is....Mandy!"
"Good. Now try it faster." Malissa wrote something else down, then held it up again.
"Try the whole thing"
"My name is Mandy, her name is Malissa." The two went on like this for quite a while. It eventually started to get dark. They didn't even notice until Mandy found it hard to read.
"I-I can't tell what it says. It's too dark."
"It looks like we had better stop for the day. You are doing great! Tomorrow we can work on your writing skills."
"Malissa?"
"Yes?"
"Well, I just want to thank you. For teaching me to read, and for getting me out of the basket. And most importantly, for becoming my first real friend."

Love you,
Pixie
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MY KARATE DREAM

2007-07-10T20:58:00Z

Hi Grandpa,

This poem was inspired by my love of Karate.

MY KARATE DREAM
By Pixie
(At age 12)

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.

This is my dream, to excell at Karate.
I may be a Black Belt, but they would surely have caught me.
I may never be that good,
Or my dream may come true.
But one thing's for sure, I love Karate.

I know how to fight,
I know I am bright,
But I still hope to look like that in other people's sight.

Love you,
Pixie
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FOUR SCORE

2007-07-10T20:55:00Z

Hi Grandpa,

This poem was inspired by the seasons.

FOUR SCORE
By Pixie
(At age 12)

Three hundred sixty-five days in a year,
The weather changes as each season draws near.

At the end of winter, when the new year begins,
We prepare for another blow of four different winds.

Spring rolls around, with green grass and flowers,
Then summer jumps out, with sun and showers.

As autumn stands in line, leaves fall from the trees,
And winter then comes, with snow up to your knees.

Some things never change, some always do,
But some like the seasons, that decision is up to you.

They change from one to the other, not constant one bit,
But they come at the same time each year, and that's it!

Love you,
Pixie
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A COLD WINTER'S NIGHT

2007-07-10T20:51:00Z

Hi Grandpa,

Here is another poem inspired by the weather.

A COLD WINTER'S NIGHT
By Pixie
(At age 12)

Lying awake in my bed tonight,
Wrapped in my covers so warm.
I think about the snow outside,
That comes with grace and form.

I push off my covers to stand up and walk,
For I can't sleep tonight.
I wear a blue nightgown through the dark,
And I know my hair is a horrible sight.

Out the window in my room I see,
Snow flakes soft and white.
They float all around, then land without sound,
and make the world white in one night.

The house is asleep, not a sound to be heard,
For humans and animals alike,
Take advantage of night as a good time to sleep,
And dream of dreams through the night.

The hour is late, nearly midnight it seems,
Though the chimes have not rung to mark twelve.
I look for a book, one to tire me out,
But I don't see one on my shelves.

I would if the light was on, glowing so bright,
But I won't turn it on in the middle of the night.
For I wish not to disturb other's continuing slumber,
Though I can't seem to get it tonight.

Back into bed I crawl with a sigh,
And I finally get to relax.
Maybe tonight some sleep will come,
Like wetting the reed of a sax.

Finally slumber envelopes my thoughts,
and I slowly start to drift off,
I am almost into dream land,
When my brain starts to go off.

I throw back the covers and into the bathroom,
I run with my face turning white.
Sitting on the snow-white rim,
I sigh and think about tonight,

Maybe I won't get to sleep after all!

Love you,
Pixie
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SPRING

2007-03-27T02:03:00Z

Hi Grandpa,

I wrote a poem this morning. I was inspired by the beautiful weather. I hope you like it!

SPRING
By Pixie
(At age 11)

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.
Sparrows and Robins in the air,
Jays and Doves are doing their share.
Trees' great branches reach the sky,
Lush green color for the eye.
Earth Day is a curious thing.
Some people ask, "Why's it in Spring?"
Look around and it's quite clear,
Earth Day fits this time of year.
As winter's blahs melt with the snow,
Spring is coming, that we know.

Love you,
Pixie
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I Wish I Had a Basket

2007-03-20T19:12:00Z

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 dust to make her just your size,
And it would be like you were standing right before my eyes.

We'd laugh and talk or take a walk and maybe play a game,
'Til both of us begin to see that magic's not the same,
As really being there with you and having you with me.
So in my basket she would go to sleep so peacefully.

My Pre-Teen Near Death Experience

2007-03-20T16:14:00Z

Hi Grandpa,

This is a true story of my pre-teen near death experience.

My Pre-Teen Near Death Experience
By Pixie

Every year, the first week of August, we have a family vacation at the beach. One year, my Mom and I had a scary experience. I will never forget...

Mom had taken me out wave-hopping, jumping over humps of water before they became waves. Dad was wave-diving with my two older sisters. I couldn't and wouldn't do it. So, I wave-hopped instead. Mom would hold me near her, and when a hump came, we just rose with it. We got some pretty good ones. It was really fun. After a while, I started to get tired. I asked Mom to take me in so I could play in the sand on the edge of the water. We started in, and I turned my head to look back.

"Mom! Look at that huge wave!" I called. Behind us was a gigantic wall of water, and we were too far away to jump it. We were also far away from the beach. But, we took our better chance and decided to run for the beach. We didn't make it. The wave crashed over us at it's greatest breaking point. I went under water, and lost grip of mom.

The undertow was unusually strong that day, and I was afraid of being carried out to sea. Mom had said that if I got caught in the undertow, I would have been pushed and pulled down and out, far away from the beach. When I finally stopped moving so fast, I wouldn't know which way was up. That was a good way to die. I didn't know how long it would take, or if I would even survive. 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. For one long, long second, I was floating between what seemed like life and death. Suddenly, my feet touched sand. I could not tell if I was ten miles out to sea, so far under that I had touched the bottom, or if I was on the shore. My head had not broken through to air, though if I was ten miles out to sea, my body would be crushed on the bottom of the ocean.

My lungs were screaming for oxygen and I felt my life was over. When my head burst through and I seized a breath of air, I realized the water was carrying me to shore! It was still pushing, and my knees were grinding against the sand. Ouch! When I finally managed to stand, I almost fell back down. For a brief second fear struck me, until I saw Mom standing on the beach. She had gotten out moments before me. I didn't know if I could make it back to the blanket alone. I didn't have to. Mom helped me over to where I could rest my shaking legs and catch my breath. That was my first and hopefully only NDE, or Near Death Experience. I will always remember that day, for nothing else has ever brought me as close to understanding the gift of life.

A Fourth of Me

2007-03-09T10:58:00Z

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, a fourth of me, you're keeping in your heart,
And looking in your eyes I see, you got my favorite part.
Now, in you, a fourth of me will live beyond my years,
So when I'm gone, my darling girl, you'll have no need of tears.

Love you,
Grandpa