John Wathen - The Valley

They say that when you live in a valley,
on the other side of the hill.
The grass is some how greener,
so you go and eat your fill.
Then when your hungers sated,
and you've licked the platter clean,
you realise that on your side of the hill,
the grass was just as green.
The water there was just as pure,
so you decide to go back home.
Back to your side of the hill,
the one you left to roam.
But, when you get back to the top,
you find your way is barred,
by the fence that was'nt there before,
you find your choices halved.
By making your decision,
to try out pastures new.
You find the ones you left behind,
are forever closed to you.

John Wathen

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