My Rainbows

I have entitled my book of poems My Rainbows for a reason-that is what they are. When I was a child my Grandmother told me that at the end of a rainbow there was a pot of gold. I believed that for a long time, and one day I asked my mother if it was so. Her answer was, "Well, there just might be but the only thing about that is you can never reach the end of a rainbow-it disappears too fast." The pot of gold at the end of My Rainbows can be reached. The gold paves those streets of gold called Heaven. Hopefully, you will enjoy reading My Rainbows in which I have reminisced about my growing up years in the country, my love of nature, and, most importantly, my faith in God. Hopefully, My Rainbows will strengthen your faith and you will determine to meet me there at the end of the Rainbow.