THE OTHER SIDE (poem, 1-11-73)

While working on his plot of ground

The man looked up to stare

At stones piled high to form a mound,

To keep him out of there.

He slowly turned and stopped his labors,

And walked up to that wall.

Now he envied his wealthy neighbors,

Their rich and green plush ground.

The man did search with eyes so cold.

Both homes he did survey.

His neighbor’s house seemed made of gold,

While his seemed made of clay.

His hopes and dreams appeared to call,

The other side looked better.

In one quick burst he crossed the wall,

Thinking he’d broken his fetter.

His neighbors land now looked brown.

His vision seemed much keener,

And now he looked with foolish frown.

His own land looked much greener.