by Angus Swan
(Balerno, Edinburgh)
As dreamers, we dream of the rainbow's end,
and that pot of gold to find.
We seldom think of what's 'round the bend,
or what we've left behind.
But if we stop, before lifes journey ends,
and look at the treasures we hold.
Our family, neighbours and kindly friends,
they're worth more than that pot of gold.
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