Treasure Island

Sherrie Peterson

(27-April-92 / Tennessee)

Rainbows


Rainbows of light,
Rainbows of color,
Each color of the
Rainbow represents
Something different.

Rainbows are bright,
Rainbows are dark,
It just depends
On the way
People see them.

To some people Rainbows
Are a sign of good luck,
A sign, and are beautiful.

Those who do
Believe in Rainbows
Believe that there
are little people with pointy ears,
with pots of gold at
the ends of every
Rainbow! ! !

Yellow means FRIENDSHIP,
Green means HUMANLY,
Blue means HONESTY,
Red means LIFE,
White means GOOD,
And
Black means BAD.

Rainbows appear
Clearly after a
Rainstorm
But
Are always
in the SKY! !

Rainbows are Bright,
Rainbows are Dark,
Your always see
Them in the
SKY!

Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2009
Edited: Thursday, July 14, 2011

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