I wrote this poem way back in 1990 when owning a home was not financially feasible. Sandra and I finally bought our first home this year - of course, hanging on the front porch is a sign that reads "Rainbow's End"
One day I will return
to where memories make my heart yearn
Buy a few acres of land
A place to make my final stand
Have a house to call home
settle down, no more to roam
plant a garden to tinker around
Good things coming from the ground
I've even got the name in my head
the perfect title for my homestead
I see the sign and it makes me grin
Coming home to rest at "Rainbow's End"
