Girl of the mists

• Viv Cowburn, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2006

When the mountains are covered in mist
The girl of the mists sings as she sits.

She does not scream nor does she shout
But don't ever give her reason to doubt.

Her hair is pure black like a crow
Her talent seems to grow and grow.

Her eyes are a mix of blue, green and yellow
Her favorite food is a bag of marshmallows.

She weaves through the mist in her giant black boots
Singing day and night, she doesn't give a hoot.