A POT OF GOLD ~ 6-12-1975

In this long plan
Laid before all Man
The Path was set
In this challenged Land.

The Rainbow seals
A promised Land
Nor Pot of Gold
Shall be unfold
Without a thought of men of Old.

The Land lies there
Sometimes in VEIL
Along some brook
Or in a deal.

Look around
Look up
Look down
Look deep
         and it shall soon be found.

In days of OLD
No one known
That man possessed a Spirit of Soul,

Life they thought
Just began
It knew no plan
of all on hand.

No seed
Did they understand
No atom
In a land of MAN.

Some men searched
For not in vain
Many suffered undo pain
Some founded Church
and In they lurched.

I can not end
This song of old
Without a thought
Of our Men born  BOLD.

Many faces
March on by
A few I place
A few I try.

It is not for me
To try to BE
A person held on high
For all of US
Have found a place
IT'S ONE AND ALL ARE GOD.
                                                                                 Author: RoseAnn Procopio