|taken by my little sister on Labor Day in our backyard : D|
by David McCord
The rainbow arches in the sky,
But in the earth it ends;
But if you ask the reason why,
They'll tell you: "That depends."
It never comes without the rain,
Nor goes without the sun;
But though you try with might and main,
You'll never catch me one.
Perhaps you'll see it once a year,
Perhaps you'll say: "No, twice";
But every time it does appear,
It's very clean and nice.
If I were God, I'd like to win
At sun-and-moon croquet:
I'd drive the rainbow-wickets in
And ask someone to play.