On this March 17th, many of us will acknowledge St. Patrick’s Day and in so doing will contemplate our pot of gold to be found at the end of a rainbow.
Last week at Merry Mount, a beautiful one appeared just east of our property line. I texted my neighbor to ask if I could borrow his backhoe to dig at the spot where the rainbow ended. Then my memory sent me back to 1967 when as a Freshman in high school, I was casted in a musical production of “Finian’s Rainbow.” The following lyrics flowed back to me.
On the day I was born,
Said my father, said he.
I've an elegant legacy
Waitin' for ye,
'Tis a rhyme for your lips
And a song for your heart,
To sing it whenever
The world falls apart.
Look, look Look to the rainbow.
Follow it over the hill and stream.
Look, Look Look to the rainbow.
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
So I bundled my heart
And I roamed the world free;
To the East with the lark
To the West with the sea.
And I searched all the earth
And I scanned all the skies,
And I found it at last,
In my own true love’s eyes.
'Twas a sumptuous gift
To bequeath to a child.
Oh the lure of that song
Kept her feet runnin' wild.
For you never grow old
And you never stand still,
With whippoorwills singin'
Beyond the next hill.
Look, Look Look to the rainbow.
Follow it over the hill and stream.
Look, Look Look to the rainbow.
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
-Burton Lane and Yip Harburg
Today as I look to the rainbow, I offer you this "pot of gold":
C(Paddy)W
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