The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Like a little pot of gold
Like a little pot of gold
M A Heathcote
Kneeling; I pointed out to my child,
Who really as yet doesn’t speak?
Look" I said: the sky is wild,
And grey. Look" at its cheek"
Look" deep! The sky has many-a- ray
Many more colours registering,
...With one arm, waving...
He said: eh, err, eh, err, daddy...
He said: eh, err, eh, err, colour, daddy...
Like a little pot of gold,
At the end of a rainbow
Wasn’t that all... he said?