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I heard a tale gloriously told
about a rainbow and pot of gold,
Follow the rainbow to the end
over the hills, around the bend,
Through driving rain and summer showers
until grass is green and buds flower.

The journey is long, you'll question why
but follow the rainbow across the sky,
Later in life a treasure awaits
the most beautiful gift that God creates,
What's at the end, let the truth unfold
grandchildren are the pot of gold!

Poet: JackiePA
©April 7. 2003
Used with authors permission