wordsout from Cafe Church poems by Linda Harvey   home

Rainbow thoughts from a Sixties' chick

My mind can weave 
a frog into a prince
in the twinkling of an eye,

while earthly bores 
linger waiting to tangle
my untangled imaginings.

Still I journey anew
to rainbow's end

fool's gold maybe

but oh how I delight
in more than senses behold
as I cycle up the Uxbridge Road!