Thursday, June 17, 2010
If a ladder to the sky I climbed
Would I see charmed fairylands
Or would I hear beauteous thunder aloud?
If into a churning sea grey I dived
And to its sandy bottom did shoot
Would I see a pearl, perfect and white
Or would I find lost treasures’ loot?
If I along a rainbow to its end walked
And to its fabled roots reached
Will the ground be of misty colours seven
Or would I have a pot of gold breached?
A child – I oft for the answers searched
So would I, am sure, as a lady old.
Beautiful riddles they would remain
Tales so often and so incompletely told!