Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.
quote by Robert Motherwell
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The Navajo Night Way Ceremony
In beauty may I walk
All day long may I walk
Through the returning seasons may I walk
Beautifully I will possess again
Beautifully birds
Beautifully joyful birds
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk
With dew about my feet may I walk
With beauty may I walk
With beauty before me may I walk
With beauty behind me may I walk
With beauty above me may I walk
With beauty all around me may I walk
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty,
lively, may I walk
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty,
living again, may I walk
It is finished in beauty
It is finished in beauty
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Looking For Sugar!
following the trail of the ants,
past empty factory buildings.
past fields not planted.
past vacant store fronts.
past cars up on blocks,
and signs yelling 'for rent'...
following the trail of the ants,
looking for sugar!
following the trail of the sun,
from day unto night.
from family to forsaken.
from home to the road.
from god to the faces
that ring like haunted church bells,
following the trail of the sun...
looking for sugar!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Rainbow Walking
If I walk to the end of my rainbow
will there be a pot of gold?
Will rainbow travel be worth
the hassle?
If I succeed
then suppose
I find that I am not as worthy
as other Rainbow Walkers?
If I am not,
I'll be exposed
as fraudulent.
If I walk to the end of my rainbow
while I be happy?
Or just as sad
as I now am?
How do I know that Rainbow Walking
is worth it all?
My uncle used to say
that 'having dreams that you
or the world will be different at the
end of the rainbow
has a flaw.
After walking and succeeding
you'll still be there.
Rainbows don't glow
if you don't.'
Never understood
what he was talking about
till later on.
Now I really really like
the Rainbow in me
and no matter where I walk
it's aways there
and I realize
I am
my own
pot of gold.
And other people too
if you look close
at some of them
(not all of them)
are their own pot too.
Life is all about
spotting the pot of gold
in me
and in you.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Treasure Hunt
I've been around the world in my mind
Seeking treasures I did not find;
Chasing the rainbow on an endless trail
Just like a puppy chasing it's tail.
To the depths of the great blue sea
Seeking that which was hidden from me;
Just what is it I'm looking for?
When I find it, will I still want more?
What will fill my every need,
Turn my mind from ravenous greed;
What will satisfy my hunt for treasure?
What will overflow my life with pleasure?
Time flies by as I grow old
Still looking for that pot of gold,
Never once stopping to realize
It was always there before my eyes
A well marked trail in the form of a cross
Leading to treasures that will never be lost;
No sorrow, no greed, an endless life of pleasure,
The end of the rainbow with heavenly treasure.
poem by Ronald E. Blacklock
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Trail Of Tears
This song was first released on the dreamland express album. it is the only album it has been released on.
No more beautiful moons may we spend on our land
In the north, the scarlet council talks of war
And the long knives have massacred the tribe and burned corn
Were not welcome in our homeland anymore
No more songs of the hunters on the baffalo plain
No more smoke from sacred fires touch these hills
And the numbers of the people grow fewer every mile
And our children will not leave the great spirits ways
There will be a trail of tears
There will be a trail of pain
And jackson will have the mississippi and the twenty dollar bill
But for us the trail is all that will remain
On the streets of rapid city
On the road to wounded knee
There is whiskey for forgetting everything
But the old ones say there may be time learning from each other
The way that it had once been meant to be
There is still a trail of tears
There is still a trail of pain
And jackson has got the mississippi and the twenty dollar bill
But for us the trail of tears remains
And jackson has got the mississippi and the twenty dollar bill
But how long will the trail of tears remain
Words and music by randy handley
song performed by by John Denver
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A Dream Fulfilled (My First Trail Ride)
Upon the saddle I am mounted
My foot in the stirrup is set
Precious time is happily counted
a kinder horse have I never met
Upon the rocky trail I ride
I enjoy fresh air and tree-given shade
Within this horse my trust I confide
and I new friend I have surely made
Though the hills are steep and the trail is rough
This horse has been well-trained
Through the rugged trail, he proves hardy and tough
He knows the way and needs not to be reined
I hear the water of a running creek
I spot a lone deer in the distance
At the sight of this animal, I am unable to speak
While upon a horse she ignores my existence
Closer to nature I start to feel
Trees on either side I can see
Almost like a dream, yet so real
There has never been a happier me
But the trail has ended, I start to cry
I will have a horse of my own! ...But when?
For now, I depart and heave a big sigh
And look forward to the rocky trail again
poem by Glaedr the poet
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The trail to lillooet
Sob of fall, and song of forest, come you here on haunting quest,
Calling through the seas and silence, from God's country of the west.
Where the mountain pass is narrow, and the torrent white and strong,
Down its rocky-throated canyon, sings its golden-throated song.
You are singing there together through the God-begotten nights,
And the leaning stars are listening above the distant heights
That lift like points of opal in the crescent coronet
About whose golden setting sweeps the trail to Lillooet.
Trail that winds and trail that wanders, like a cobweb hanging high,
Just a hazy thread outlining mid-way of the stream and sky,
Where the Fraser River canyon yawns its pathway to the sea,
But half the world has shouldered up between its song and me.
Here, the placid English August, and the sea-encircled miles,
There--God's copper-coloured sunshine beating through the lonely aisles
Where the waterfalls and forest voice for ever their duet,
And call across the canyon on the trail to Lillooet.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Rainbows' End
They found him at the end of his Rainbow;
face down.
Tracking from the beginning
there were swatches of childhood dreaming,
motivating battles and struggles in the seams and creases,
failures and successes revealed in tea leaves;
sometimes smiles, sometimes grief;
but always the Rainbow Ride and Dream.
As he drew closer to it's end
the more he began to count coins in his pot of gold
soon to be where
all the world would be happiness paved;
at the terminus point;
the end
where lived the Rainbow Dream;
all of Efforts Reward enshrined there.
But the happenstance was
as he came to his
Rainbow's end-
feet planted
firmly to receive-
what a life's work
had striven for
he found there
only another trail
which re-wound
back to his starting point;
back to him.
Rainbow's end with just him
was no dream, because once
there he realized that the paths
he took also made him unworthy
of Rainbow dreams.
So startling this was to him
his heart failed
because he realized
at Rainbow's end
there could be no Rainbow
with just him
at its end.
He realized that he was not his own dream.
'I, ' he said in the expiring
'was not worth the trip
nor worthy of reaching its end.'
So ironic is
the discovery that
we are often unworthy
at Rainbow end
because our paths there tainted the goal.
Sad lrony is we must be the Rainbow we seek
otherwise in getting there
we arrive hollowed out
and empty;
because Rainbows
are not destinations
but the process
we use to become complete
human beings.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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After All It Is Not At All Darkness
as you learned what darkness is
in the middle of your grief
and lament
light sometimes comes surprisingly
from the holes of your walls
and you find warmth and colors
pink, and red, and green and blue
in a prism of light
from a slit of your window
and you look out to another world
beyond your walls and
windows
you find
a rainbow, some clouds, evergreen mountains
you find a trail
inviting you for a walk
you feel the cool air
wishing you to breathe
you see a world before you
arms ready to embrace
hands always waiting for you to be caressed
it does not take much to open an eyelid
to wake up and then try this walk of life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Trail
The trail in the Winter is lonely
The loneliest place I know
But the trail is the place that I go to
When my troubles I can't let go
The howl of the wind keeps me company
And it's stiff cold slap on my face
Awakens me to the moment
A moment that is filled with God's grace
I remember the sweet smell of Summer
The colors still fresh on my brain
But the odors and colors of Summer
Are replaced by the dampness and rain
Yet the pull of the trail is a strong one
And nothing could keep me away
Not ten pots of gold and a promise
That it all could be mine someday
'Cause the trail is my church and my temple
And no greater peace can be found
Than the peace and the glory around me
That in the forest abounds
Written by Sara Fielder © 1997
poem by Sara Fielder
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And The Heavens Cried(Trail of Tears)
You could see the clouds
rolling across the sky
as the day started to rain
teardrops of blood across the land
lost in their visions of doubt
buried in their pain
white man had all the say
we were left to taciturn
as we watched everything burn
and the heavens cried
on the trail of tears
On some beaten shore
we watched the ships come in
one by one, our land wore thin
we could just watch with closed eyes
as the promises made were just lies
they said you don't belong here anymore
behind their mask, they wore a disguise
and the heavens cried
on the trail of tears
Blood spilled on our sacred ground
leaving a unwanted stain
where mighty warriors once made a stand
we never could walk hand in hand
when they lived by so much greed
we watched our people fall
thousands must bleed
still all we could do is try
and the heavens cried
on the trail of tears
Guided by the spirit wind
we held on to our pride
something they could'nt take away
as so many died
through our darkest years
and the heavens cried
on the trail of tears
(spiritwind-2009)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Hello, Rainbow!
Rainbow, Rainbow
that was her nickname.
A name she had obtained,
for all the colors she'd appreciate.
Rainbow, Rainbow
that was her calling
to come out in style to show the worlds vibrant.
Rainbow, Rainbow
they laughed at her colors
said she was different
not normal like others.
Rainbow, Rainbow
they took her as a joke.
Just a mere girl looking for attention you know?
Rainbow, Rainbow
lover of rain
not a care in the world of what other people say.
Rainbow, Rainbow
she started too change
The world saw her brightly
now shes all black and grey.
Rainbow, Rainbow
why goes this way.
We've all secretly loved you.
So why not stay the same!
Rainbow, Rainbow
you bring us joy
You shed light too our day.
So go back to your ways
Rainbow, Rainbow
we appreciate your love!
We see differently now
so stay who you are.
Rainbow, Rainbow!
That's who I am.
A girl of 14
who is oddly at best.
Rainbow, Rainbow!
Everyone calls me that.
I'm just a use for you all
, but i don't mind that.
Rainbow, Rainbow
A mirror image I am.
A reflection of colors
that most people don't understand.
Rainbow, Rainbow
you called my name?
Why hello I'm here.
To shed light to your day
poem by Michelle Mawyin
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Rainbow Road
I was born a dirt poor man
All my life Ive had hard working hands
But I sang my song as I carried my load
Cause I had a dream about rainbow
Rainbow road
Then one day a man came along
Heard me playing and singing my songs
He bought me clothes and paid up every debt I owed
Sent me on my way down rainbow
Rainbow road
Then one night a man with a knife
Pushed me till I had to take his life
Fast as falling all my friends were gone
That old judge traded me a sentence for a song
Now Im living with this ball and chain
I had to wear a number before they ever heard my name
And like the dream Im growing old
But we still sing about rainbow
Rainbow road
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Rainbow road, rainbow road
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Night Ride
Night Ride
The sun lights only to trail dark
Like this car lighting to trail dark
Along its night ride
I turn back to count the gone days
I've lived so far in breathed lighting
Just to find nothing
Dark and dark alone, nothing else
I doubt I lived atall ever
Mired mind tired musing
Bends and turns hit the journey on
Trailing still the car dark behind
Sealed with odds and ends
I gaze at the forerunning light
Waiting for the heavenly arc
To sweep it away
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Trail Of No Return
So now I take a bitter road
Whereon no bourne I see,
And wearily I lift the load
That once I bore with glee.
For me no more by sea or shore
Adventure's star shall burn,
As I forsake wild ways to take
The Trail of No Return.
Such paths of peril I have trod:
In sun and shade they lay.
And some went wistfully to God,
And some the devil's way.
But there is one I may not shun,
Though long my life's sojourn:
A dawn will break when I must take
The Trail of No Return.
Farewell to friends, good-bye to foes,
Adieu to smile or frown;
My voyaging is nigh its close,
And dark is drifting down.
With weary feet my way I beat,
Yet holy light discern . . .
So let me take without heart-break
The Trail of No Return.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Lone Trail
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,
Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit.
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by;
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die.
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried;
You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;
And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,
Yet you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.
And somehow you're sick of the highway, with its noise and its easy needs,
And you seek the risk of the by-way, and you reck not where it leads.
And sometimes it leads to the desert, and the togue swells out of the mouth,
And you stagger blind to the mirage, to die in the mocking drouth.
And sometimes it leads to the mountain, to the light of the lone camp-fire,
And you gnaw your belt in the anguish of hunger-goded desire.
And sometimes it leads to the Southland, to the swamp where the orchid glows,
And you rave to your grave with the fever, and they rob the corpse for its clothes.
And sometimes it leads to the Northland, and the scurvy softens your bones,
And your flesh dints in like putty, and you spit out your teeth like stones.
And sometimes it leads to a coral reef in the wash of a weedy sea,
And you sit and stare at the empty glare where the gulls wait greedily.
And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze,
And you whittle away the useless clay, and crawl on your hands and knees.
Often it leads to the dead-pit; always it leads to pain;
By the bones of your brothers ye know it, but oh, to follow you're fain.
By your bones they will follow behind you, till the ways of the world are made plain.
Bid good-by to sweetheart, bid good-by to friend;
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to the end.
Tarry not, and fear not, chosen of the true;
Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you.
poem by Robert William Service
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Crack Up A Track to Point a Nowhere
Oh this cool lonely road to nowhere
heave a trapping underneath my skin
it shooves no wrinkle upon rocky thorns
like bluish armament in subtle aims.
Oh this cool lonely trail to nowhere
brings up my feet in tracking still
my feet have anchored so much pain
in place of anger over the chain.
Oh this cool lonely path to nowhere
I see better than a sublime walk upon it
neither the hallowed ground can make a trail
to a lonely man like me walking in ambush keel.
poem by Gil Gregorio
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Come Journey With Me
Come walk with me in the rain.
Over there is a beautiful rainbow with
many colors of God's love shining through,
elegantly glowing across the splendid sky.
Just a few steps away, it seems to be,
over the world like an archway to heaven.
Under the rainbow, at the end, they say there is a pot of gold.
Rarely do you see a beautiful rainbow so bright.
Notice the colors as they fade into the sky;
eventually it will disappear into the air,
yet you will always remember
the beauty of God's rainbow.
Will you come journey with me in the rain?
Instantly I can smell it.
I love the smell of rain.
Take time to soak in the beauty of the rainbow,
how it's just so high it touches the sky.
Many people never take time to soak in God's beauty,
even though he has it out there,
for us to know that he is still watching over us
and comforting all who believe in him.
So come, journey with me to the ends of the rainbow.
By MELISSIA ANN SENTER
poem by Melissia Ann Senter
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My Dream of Iris
I dreamt I cast an overarching path
Of coloured scales
Thriving on the solar rays that play upon
The waning of the storm –
I’d thrown a filmy avenue to reconnect
Empyrean with humankind!
Elated, I flitted through refracted hues –
Those from watery spheres that
Fan the iridescent prism.
And more: shimmering sprites in dance atop the spray
Conveyed adieus to gods
Departing for their hallowed visitation…
I woke and pined anon,
Begging Iris: ‘Be so kind and
Take us on your wing to new endeavours –
Show that nothing in the ether tempers you!
And every time you render us a rainbow,
See it fires a lust for zest anew! ’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Hellhound On My Trail
Written by (traditional).
Gotta keep movin
Gotta keep movin
Hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail
If today was christmas day
If today was christmas day
And tomorrow was christmas eve
Lord, wouldnt we have a time boys
I gotta keep on movin
Gotta keep on movin
That hellhound is on my trail
Hellhound on my trail
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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