The Grass Isn't Always Greener On The Other Side

The grass is always greener on the other side - well so the saying goes. I was reminded of this when I came across a cutting from the Montreal Gazette, dated July 1948. It's a poem by someone called E. Anne Pomeroy - I don't know who she is - there's nothing I could find on Google, but here's her poem.

PERSPECTIVE

A farmer was plowing a meadow

In typical indolent style;

Lamenting his choice of occupation

Over each weary mile.

Looking up he spotted an aeroplane

Silver etched against the blue:

Said he, "Though born to tradition,

And a farmer to be, 'tis true,

How I wish I were that lucky fellow

Up there a-riding the blue."

The pilot looked down on the meadow,

With its various shades of green,

And spotted the indolent farmer

Driving the plow and team:

Said he, "What a lucky fellow,

Not a care in the world I see;

No rushing across the Atlantic,

And back to a hanger like me:

I'll bet for many a dollar

He wouldn't change places with me."

~ E. Anne Pomeroy

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