The Rainbow Tree
My daddy sat on his high horse
And for the first time brought me to the fields
I remember seeing a rainbow,
One that I never saw before,
And he pointed to the meadows
And he pointed to the trees.
He promised me new colors,
Colors I have never seen.
The sky wasn't cloudy,
Just a big blue canvas,
The green grass
and dark soil were red.
He sang:
"Blue Black, Brown,
Red bone and High Yellow."
"Blue Black and Brown
Red bone and High Yellow."
The rainbow was on the ground,
And its pain red and rooted into the soil.
I now stand near the rainbow tree and hear it cry often,
My father lies beneath the soil in torment.
kgl(c)
****A man becomes nostalgic about his childhood and his father, a slave owner****