Dixie Poem by Tammie Thrasher

Some may think my Dixie is mean
she's big and has a scarce face
but she is sweet and gentle
and mopes around this place
when someone comes to the door
she gets loud and alerts everyone around
when i come home from school
she is waiting at the end if the road for the bus sound
when mom gets the camera out
she smiles for the flash
we capture her happiness
in the little lens made of glass
she has a sweet smile
with a gentle mind
she is big and loving
my Dixie is a one of a kind!