In a place where rainbows end
He awaits with a pot of gold
Crafted with forgotten magic
Handed down from times of old
To find him takes a child's eye
With a touch of grown up to
He sits there with a smile
And a pint of Irish brew
So if you see a rainbow bright
Do try to find the end
Tis just over the magic fields
In a lost and hidden Glenn
And if you should find the way
And see the pot of gold
Do not forget to claim your prize
For in legend it is for-told
Yet be care-full in your dealings
He is a most tricky little man
And you may end up stone broke
With a bucket of golden sand
A contest entry
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700 points, ended March 9, 2009, 9 entries
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for upon his wee little rock he will sit and watch you with a smile
a dancing glean in his eyes
and pipe filled with folklore
for this pot of gold
you do see
is nothing more
than your magic
Now this i do love...made me smile and for that i say niaish...
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Really made me feel like I was right there, looking at what was happening.
So glad to read your poem and loved the enchantment/magic there. 
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That would be my luck a bucket of sand...lol...I do like to imagine through a childs eye...
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HA! Very clever!
An enjoyable light hearted read, your imagination and talent work in harmony with another as you continue to create outstanding poetry!
Hugz,
Nicole
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Delightful Poem!!!!!!
Oh John, Now this one made me smile. It is so happy and uplifting to read.We can get tired and weary chasing dreams and rainbows all our lives but the true dreamer never gives up hope or trying. A wonderful poem my friend. Hugs to you.
Blesings,
Love, Sandy
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First I am surprised no one has commented here but I am honoured to have made the first one,I happen to think this is inspiring and people could relate to this. God Bless,Hazel
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