THE RAINBOW GATE
A Poem by Larry Golicz 8/8/4 The Rainbow Gate By the Road Where Wild Grass Grows Tall, There Stands a Gate About to Fall. Half a Rainbow Arched to the Sky, It Makes Me Wonder How and Why? With Faded Paint and Warping Boards, Does It Belie a Dream It Hoards? There is no House, nor Barn, nor Fence,... Sign in to see full entry.