Poetry Corner

Gold

by Conner Edison

Age 13

Gold is a precious color

Not quite like any other

It shines, it sparkles and it glows

Its stands for money which comes and goes

Gold is a symbol for what we strive to gain

Sometimes we find it hard to attain

A golden sun is pleasing to me

We all feel better when this color we see

Liquid gold can mold

It is quite a sight to behold

At the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold

This brings us all good fortune so we're told

Of all the colors we can behold none is as beautiful...

As just plain gold