The End of a Rainbow

There is something extra in the ordinary of every single day...we just have to look for it.

A Children's Storybook

I wrote this poem many years ago when my son was still a small child. To me, the verse is full of wonder and awe. It is also rich in possibility.

My dream for this work is to someday find an artist/illustrator willing to help me so I can put this together in a small book. I'd make enough copies to give to all my kids and their kids, in hopes that someday each copy could and would pass down to another young generation.

That all coming to pass would be for me very much like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

The End of a Rainbow

I'd like to find the end of a rainbow
There's a leprechaun there I'm told

I'd ask him for a tiny peek
At his shiny pot of gold

I'd like to fly way up to the moon
Higher by lots than a flying trapeze

I'd like to see it
And feel it
And touch it
Just once
To know
If it's really made of cheese

I'd like to follow the sun for a day
All the way for a day

From Santa Fe
To Hawaii and Wake

And Japan and Guam

From the Phillippines and over
To Vietnam

From India and Arabia

To the Horn of Africa
And the Great China Wall

From Russia to Europe
Then Montreal

From north Minnesota
Down through the Dakotas

And back all the way
To Santa Fe

But just for a day
And on the way

I'd like to find the end of a rainbow

© 2020 greg cain