At the base of the great Gateway Arch
Where the mighty Mississippi goes by,
I was thinking of the days of Lewis and Clark,
As my eyes traveled up to the sky, And I asked the arch, way up above,
Why these men left all their comforts of home.
Were they destined to perform a labor of love?
Or, like me, did they just itch to roam. Gateway Arch. St. Louis Arch.
I wish you could bring their answers to me. My eyes came back down to the scene
Where the Mississippi flows on its march.
I tucked my weary hands in faded blue jean,
Oh! To be a flower
Nodding in the sun,
Bending, then upspringing
As the breezes run;
A scent-brimmed cup,
Full of summer's fragrance to the summer sun.
Oh! To be a butterfly
Still, upon a flower,
The laggard winter ebbed so slow
With freezing rain and melting snow,
It seemed as if the earth would stay
Forever where the tide was low,
In sodden green and watery gray.
But now from depths beyond our sight,
The tide is turning in the night,
Hidden, oh hidden
in the high fog
the house we live in,
beneath the magnetic rock,
owls, and the lint
of the waterfalls cling,
from their cages, manes,
sinewy flanks charging out of rainbows.
No, longer of stone,
run in Elysian fields, thrilling with Spring.
I was an irrepressible and happy young woman, and graceful ballet dancer,
Who lived for twirling on a world stage, as red berries are shrub laughter!
I had practiced for so many years, striving to become the best of the best,
Like the untold luminous stars, that put the tranquil nighttime to the test.
At last I was enjoying the sweetness of success, like the bird newly flown,
Tasting the first ecstasy of freedom, and being able to make it on my own.
Unfailing sun wore its gilded smile, and creamy stars winked all night long,
Parallel colors go on forever, others swirling and merging,
Hued rainbows and smoky sunsets, from a chaos surging!
Hanging from the Christmas tree, ruby peppermint candy,
And circus clowns entertain us, attired so gaily and badly.
Often seen on animals, birds, leaves and even mountains,
Coloring all the days of our lives, from mystical fountains!
Arrayed all in purple stripes, the mischievous joker is wild,
Sharing this streaked world where very nature has smiled.
when sunshine emerged
a polka dot rainbow flared
above green treetops
things were looking up
all the colors coming down
children chased balloons
has unending surprises
a rainbow appeared
marking the long drought's ending
song from the treetops
in heart arresting colors
summer's turning gold
rising again from our knees
The Positive Rainbow
It Listens to worldly matters
It walks and stays everywhere
It views Black and White
It is like an unending Mystery
It has three forms
It hurts and loves
It has bad and good effects