When I thought about getting family and friends to help illustrate my simple poetry for a book we might someday publish, my sweet little niece, Sage, presented me a drawing she wanted to be included. It was a rainbow. I didn’t have a poem about Rainbows … so I wrote one for her.“

The rain has just stopped and look over there!
	Above the green mountain, so high
It’s a bow full of colors that starts on the ground
 	And arches on up to the sky

Fools and young children believe an old myth
	About rainbows, that’s often been told
And go racing cross fields towards the end of the arch
	In a desperate search to find gold

This treasure, my child, has never been found
	But that doesn’t mean it’s not there
Any can find it who know where to look
	So, with you, Dear, this secret, I’ll share

The end of the rainbow isn’t a place
	But rather a moment in time
And the gold that is found isn’t metal you touch
	But a memory that’s left in your mind