Polka Dot Imps

OH, MAN….I hope she finds that pot-o-gold she moves OK for one so old From my “leprechaunish” bench a gentle rain to slowly quench soft thunder clapping a cappella while staying dry ‘neath my umbrella. Short legs support an impish grin under a polka dotted whim of rainbow’s end and colored arc spanning the realms of light and dark,. The thrill of finally catching me rewarded when you set me free. Upon a bench an elf so short under a cone of polka dot I really hope she finds that gold as ancient myths grow slowly old protected by the story tellers red and white polka dot umbrellas. ©9/21/2017 submitted to – Red and White Polka Dot Umbrella – Poetry contest