RAINBOW

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rainbow mountain
 Rainbow Mountain, Peru
 

When I was 12 years old, I decided I would walk to the end of a
rainbow, find the gold and we could all live happily ever after. 
Several hours later, almost too tired to take another step, the rainbow
as far away as ever and fading fast, I headed back home.  I found
something on that expedition, though, as I’ve never forgotten it.

     RAINBOW

Possibly,
All life exists
At the end of a rainbow.
Gold,
Fairies,
Witches on broomsticks,
A Knight in shining armour.

I don’t really think so.
The last time I looked,
There was only a crumble of dirt,
A grain of corn,
A rain beetle struggling through the leaf mould.

Still, we build
What we can
With what’s to hand.

                                          © 2018 Gwen Grant

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