CHAPTER TWO
THE CHASE
The earthbound watchers ran to cars
To track the disappearing craft.
Meanwhile, though lifting toward the stars
In their floating windborne raft,
The kids feel joy that nothing mars--
They looked, and clapped their hands and laughed.
John used his knowledge in the chase.
He rode the wind and cut the gap,
But not enough. With Indian grace,
With chant, with song, with rhythmic clap
He called Blue Herons to the race.
They thrust him on with each wing flap.
The gap was closed. John thanked his friends.
He told the children what to do.
They tied the crafts with cable ends,
Shut off the heating flame of blue,
And pulled the levers to descend.
So nothing bad could now ensue.
But unexpectedly they stopped
And found a rosy light all round.
No one was hurt by this flip/flop
But neither had they reached the ground.
They'd hit the rainbow, way on top,
Caught on an airborne, crimson mound.
CHAPTER THREE
RED
Down far below they saw the earth.
They saw, there, cars in caravan.
Around themselves, for what it's worth,
All things were pink or red. "Oh, Man!!"
Said Josh, without a trace of mirth,
"That headdress there is like a fan!"
Towering above them was a God,
Red flames and feathers on his head.
"The Sun God!!" John cried, looking odd.
"Yes. Greetings," the huge being said
And raised his right hand where he stood.
"Welcome to the Land of Red."
Please, Mister God," Fried blurted out,
"Sir, can you help us get back home?
Our folks are frantic now, no doubt.
Your rainbow's nice, it's like a poem,
So pink and pretty all about,
But down there's where we'd rather roam."
The Sun God smiled, "Of course, my child.
Just listen to my ancient tale
As it has clues; just keep them filed
For use along the rainbow trail
To help with problems, tame or wild,
Until you reach the Rain God's vale."
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