Poem Calling Chasing Rainbows.

The rainbows arch reaches high and low

A bow of some kind aglow 

Colors of crayons 🌈 and master touch

Sweeping lifting the drawing ✍️ page much

Seeking life’s golden pearls of wisdom

In distant a familiar call the sunlight touches

Where it’s blue and golden bow rushes

Replacing where the rain now left to fall

The earth and sky meet the others call 

None been more solum brightened by above

Than the earths magic where the rainbows wove

That gold exist in the very hills of our sight

Smiling chasing in the rainbows touching light.

(C) Daniel A McMahon