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A Bucketful Of Dreams I’d always loved rainbows. I knew that the sunlight made them so I watched the rain showers eagerly waiting.for the sun to shine again. Then I was off in search of gold. I wondered what form it would take, a heap of coins or golden pebbles or perhaps bars like chocolate wrapped in golden foil. I would soon find out. I took my bucket and followed the long and winding roads, the steep and rocky roads, I forded streams and leapt ditches and always I was too late, only in time to watch, the rainbow fade away. But this time was different. I was there! I really was! I sat down, and exhausted with excitement fell asleep. When I woke the rainbow had vanished and the sun was blindingly bright. I looked in my bucket and there it was! Gold filling my bucket with light. I carried it home carefully. https://issuu.com/poetryzine/docs/over_the_rainbow