I was standing by the river
Gazing to the other side
The grass appeared much, greener there
The sun, much brighter, shined
But, the river, it was mighty
Much too deep and wide to span
But, I felt a longing in my heart
To dwell in that fair land
My friends said, they thought me mad
It was just another scene
No better and no worse than here
No more peaceful, nor serene
But, I was steadfast in my dream
And began to build a boat
That would carry me and all my goods
To that lovely, distant shore
I cast off on a balmy morn
And arrived at eventide
As I set my feet on that new sod
I could feel my fervor rise
At daybreak, as I walked around
This new land to survey
My heart sank, as I became aware
‘Twas not unlike my former place
As I stood there by the river
Gazing to the other side
The grass appeared much greener there
The sun, much brighter, shined
Copyright C R Clark-2/27/2008
A marvellous piece of work Richard, this poem carries an important message we should try to heed. Best wishes, Andrew
It's better to travel hopefully than to arrive, Richard! I expect the subject of your poem enjoyed the contructing of the craft and then the boat trip! Nice lyrica piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this poem very much, a little bit of what is human in every one of us perfectly written. Regards Ann