Rainbow After

Rainbow After

A Poem by Tekie Scythe

I was bored. It was for class.

The pot of gold displayed by bent neon lines,
Guarded by evil, green clothed, waist high men,
From the greed encrusted humans that walk about,
Unknown by innocent children running after tales,
That have years not been in our memory.

© 2013 Tekie Scythe

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Added on January 27, 2013
Last Updated on January 27, 2013
Tags: Rainbows, Sold, Children, Tale, Memory


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