Looking For A Poem
(3/17/2013 4:15:00 PM)
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Just where the rainbow touches earth,
There stands a pot of gold;
And, long ago, a man passed by
And found it, we are told.
He took the little golden coins
And put them in a sack,
And through the meadow trudged along,
The bag upon his back.
Now, in the bag there was a hole,
And soon the gold fell out,
And, 'mid the grasses, as he went,
Was scattered all about.
It was Midsummer Evening,
And fairies in the grass
Had seen the dropping bits of gold
And watched the miser pass.
And so each fairy merrily
A shining bit picked up,
And, in a twinkling, changed it to
A yellow buttercup.
This comes from Great Britain's Royal Geographic Society's Primary Education, vol.15, where the author is given as S.W.B.Replies for this message:
(10/8/2014 3:49:00 PM)
Just came across this website, so interesting, my Dad who was 97 when he died in 2000 always recited this poem, he learned it going to school in Mayo, could always remember the whole poem which I alwa ... more
(4/12/2013 7:46:00 AM)
A big thank you! I too have been - on and off - looking for this poem for the past 10 years since my daughter was born. My mother, who would have been 93 this month, and from the west coast of Ireland ... more
(3/20/2013 5:25:00 AM)
Wonderful. This was taught to my mother-in-law and her sister at school in Ireland so many years ago, and whilst both remembered much of the poem they could never put it all together. You have no i ... more
- Dolores Buckley (10/8/2014 3:49:00 PM) Post reply
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