
Mud from head to toe
before the bus to school,
how could I know
I’d never bring it home—
never be the hero
of black and white westerns.
But a lifetime chasing rainbows
has been enough
without the pot of gold.

Mud from head to toe
before the bus to school,
how could I know
I’d never bring it home—
never be the hero
of black and white westerns.
But a lifetime chasing rainbows
has been enough
without the pot of gold.
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The words and photo–soo beautiful, made me cry. Thank you for all—- Evelynne
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So good to hear from you and your happy tears. Spring is becoming more colorful everyday,
wildflowers beginning to claim the green like spilt paint.
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Hi Evelyn…It’s Robbin, so good to hear from you!! Over the years I have taken many photos of rainbows….I knew this one was special!! Hope all is well with you & your family.
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