A Rainbow Trailing Me
Roger Mangrum
Zig-zagging two thousand feet and more
down a craggy, slippery, dusty trail
along the Yosemite, Upper Fall
from where did I stand
saw I a spectacular broad band!
Of plunging, crashing waters
in exquisite colors, all in radiant hues
in shimmering, breezy blues
between the deepest purple showers
and in misty greens and yellows
All seemed in another place, in another time
Ah! she was there and she was mine
such a sight to behold, she held my heart!
And as I trekked on down
I turned around to see
a rainbow trailing me
Saw I more
heart-rending color than before
this time, saw I passionate green
gleaming right at me!
I carried my enchanting rainbow
as long could I upon my back
so would I, not again need to turn back
to see rare beauty following
a rainbow trailing me