Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, There’s a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue, And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true.
Well it took some time and a lot of publicity for Carmarthenshire’s Dorothy and her gang to realise their dreams.
They had to go through quite a lot in order to find the wizard and get what they always wanted.
An awful lot of talking has been done at local level but in the words of the Scarecrow, Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking don’t they?
Dorothy and her friends came up against it as they looked to get the rainbow over county hall. Dorothy put the lion in his place when she said; My goodness, what a fuss you’re making! Well naturally, when you go around picking on things weaker than you are. Why, you’re nothing but a great big coward!
As for Alvira Gulch, she got a mouthful from Auntie Em. Just because someone thinks they own half the county doesn’t mean that they have the power to run the rest of us. For twenty-three years Em had been dying to tell Alvira what she thought of her. And now… well, being a Christian woman, she just couldn’t say it!
Those famous words uttered by Auntie Em to Alvira Gulch could well have been the sentiments uttered across the county and further afield when the wicked witch of the West (West is supposed to be best) refused to fly the rainbow flag over county hall in celebration of LGBT History Month when North, East and South did.
It took some time but just like the scarecrow, the tinman and the cowardly lion, things happened to folks along the way. What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage!
Did our very own cowardly lion find the courage? Did our cold tin man find his heart and did that doddering old scarecrow find a brain? We will never know but we do know that Dorothy and friends are happy now as the flag flies high and she has a natty pair of ruby slippers to boot.
Perhaps the most fitting words are those of the wizard to the tin man when he said; A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.
As the dust settles in Carmarthenshire and the titles roll, those folks on the hill at the Lollipop Guild and their Munchkins in that bizarre land of fantasy and make believe have finally seen sense and joined the North East and South for a final bow. There certainly is no place like home.
