Pot O’ Gold

It was a cool day, late in September.

I traveled down the forested path leading to town

It was dimly lit,

Because the winter cold had not yet frosted the leaves

The foliage blocked the luminance of the sun,

Yet protected me from the autumn drizzle

As I drew near the edge of the forest,

The sun began to creep through the opening.

I entered into the meadow.

As I left the dark woods

I was greeted by the largest, most perfect,

Semi-circle of color, I had ever seen

My thoughts began to wander to you.

The feeling that I had when I saw,

It’€™s perfection, it’€™s beauty, it’€™s color

Was second only, to the bliss that came over me,

The first time I heard you say,

“€œI Love You Jim”

I began to dream of giving you the World.

Thought about what a wonderful life we could have,

If only I could find the riches that lay at the end of that rainbow.

I began to walk

At the end of the meadow,

Over the hill and through the valley,

I never lost sight of that beautiful arch.

I passed deer and squirrels,

Rabbits and birds.

All the treasure that nature bares,

surrounded me

I began to notice, that as I moved closer,

My destination moved further away.

My determination caused me to loose sight,

Of my original purpose for the journey

My  want of those fortunes clouded my reality

Finally, the journey came to an end.

The sun was beginning to set,

The rainbow began to fade.

As I came to a fallen tree,

I sat down,

Defeated

My Dreams of bringing you that gold,

Had faded with the rainbow.

The riches were gone.

Slowly, I came back to reality,

My thoughts once again returned to you

A smile came over my face,

I thought about,

The color of you hair,

The beauty in your eyes,

The sound of your voice,

The smell of your skin,

And, the perfection in your personality

I was searching for something,

I already had.

With you by my side,

I have the riches of three kings,

All the diamonds of South Africa,

And all of the finest silk from the orient.

I am the richest man in the World.

By having you as my Best Friend,

I have all the World and It’€™s gold

                                                                     James Henry Neal

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