Tuesday, July 14, 2009

My Journey

My rainbow beckons from the sky,

This hill I'll cross to touch its hues;

A taller stands behind, hidden

From sight; mountains and vales

On I walk, closer to my dale:

Hoppety skip, hoppety skip,

One step back each time;

Journey prolonged;

Hand of fate? or siren's call?

A shady bower to rest awhile,

Soon storms and gales come crashing by!

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