Walking on sunshine, riding a rainbow the tree of my yesterday showed me the way. Dreamy dreams and wild imaginings of heroes and gold passing the days.
Endless blue, benevolent sun freckled my arms and took me away. From petulant parents, squabbling siblings, nosy mcNosies and reality’s sway.
Sing me a rainbow
bathe me in hope
conjure a story
that no one has told
find a venue that offers me cope
Time isn’t ticking
as rainbows ride high
life is a mystery
with clouds passing by
copyright 2010
Where is Christine riding her rainbow?
Anita Rodgers Mystery Writer 