(Before It's News)
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.”

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Source:
http://www.67notout.com/2016/01/the-grass-isnt-always-greener-on-other.html