RAINBOW POEM: America’s Leader

By London Orcurto, age 13

Up on a grassy hill,

In a very large home,

A man sits at his desk,

All quiet and alone.

With questions unanswered,

And his thoughts all askew,

The man calls his helper,

And tells him what to do.

“I know I might die today,

Or Congress may impeach,

But I just have to risk it,

And go out and share my speech.

Assassins and murderers

Everywhere wishing me dead,

But I always must be brave,

Because of the words I once pledged.”

As his helper exits,

The man is still unsure,

So he prays to the Lord,

And is very much assured.

Believing in the Lord,

And no longer hesitant,

He steps out his office door,

For he is Mr. President.