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