My Rainbows

I have entitled my book of poems <I>My Rainbows</I> 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. </P><P>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 <I>My Rainbows</I> 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. </P>