A Rainbow, a Stranger, and a Silver Hand We dance on Our pot of gold. The Colors of the rainbow Soak us through and through. The ground shifts Beneath our shoeless feet. The mud swallows us, And we are among the roots Of the land above. We plunge into the heart Of everything we know, Down through the Tunnels and caverns Carved by the gods. Together we walk, Hand in hand we travel, Through this world of wolves and fire, Painted by the silver hand of night. And now as we Walk the depths Of this cold world, Prisoners of clay and water, We will search For what holds Everything together. Nicholas Taylor 10th Grade Hilger Higher Learning Shelley George
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