A Little Girl by Ada Greiner Marks

She is little, she is dimpled

Her hair is yellow corn

On her cheeks are many smudges

And her pinafore is torn.

Her eyes are dancing waters

On a deep, mid-summer day,

Yet her mouth will turn to pouting

In a most capricious way.

But her laughter is as joyous

As the little winds that run

On amber feet across the seas

 Of wheat fields in the sun.

And her laughter is as delightful

As a carillon of bells

In an ancient, wooded tower

Where a charming fairy dwells.

Here is the best laughter from the spirit

Melodious and mild

All the angels pause a moment

For the laughter of a child.