Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 21,886 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Like A Little Pot Of Gold - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Kneeling; I pointed out to my child,
Who really as yet doesn't speak?
Look" I said: the sky is wild,
And grey. Look" at its cheek"
Look" deep! The sky has many-a-ray
Many more colors registering,
Here today?
...With one arm, waving...
He said: eh, err, eh, err, daddy...
He said: eh, err, eh, err, color, daddy...
Like a little pot of gold,
At the end of a rainbow
Wasn't that all... he said?

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012

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