Published online by Spillwords December 12, 2020https://spillwords.com/the-christmas-rainbow/
Somewhere, over the rainbow,
Santa flies,
reindeer pulling his sleigh
across the crisp midnight skies.
Somewhere, over the rainbow,
skies are clear,
and the dreams of our wond’ring
children will soon appear.
One day we’re children watching for
the kindly Saint who’ll come by door
or fireplace,
then wake up when we’re fully grown
and have some children of our own
who now take our place.
Somewhere over the rainbow,
skies are wild,
yet, they’ll tame the fierce weather,
making the journey mild.
I hold their hands and we’re beguiled;
that’s when I find
that I am still a child.
Ken Gosse usually writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and humor with traditional meters. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, his poetry is also in Academy of the Heart and Mind, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Writers Club, Spillwords, and others. Raised in the Chicago, Illinois, suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, for over twenty-five years.
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