Rafael Yaw Kumi

Rookie (Ghana)

Pot Of Gold

When I was a little boy, mother said that Odomankoma made a rainbow
A band of beauty that gladdened Noah and his kin
She brought smiles with her and a promise of peace to show
Her treasures, a dove and an olive shoot to grace her chin
At the end of Noah’s rainbow was a pot of gold;
The treasure of God’s promises of which we are told

Now that I am a man, I see in every rainbow a profound truth;
A pot of gold a promise makes

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