Written May ‘04
Where the grass is greener on this side,
The gentle slope surveys the salty aqua of the ‘three sisters’-
Glistening beneath an early summers gleam.
Take heed to the unearthly tranquility,
Give ear to the flutter of a dusky birds flight.
The blue-not unlike the dispirited reflector-
Clouded over by turbulent white masses,
Hints of heaven seeping through.
Insects buzzing among lavish emerald stalks,
Songsters crooning their resonant hymns of praise,
Appears soothing, ‘con amore’, to me.
Echoing our side- hilly county,
Abundant with thriving woodland,
But where the grass is greener on the facing side.
Curious variations of disposition-
Serene, being ‘at home’,
Yet downcast, at a loss-
Lamenting her absent perfectness.
Alls gone into confusion without her,
Yet natures calm disposition-
Reveals no clues.
Rhythmic breathing in a bed of emerald blades,
Soothes my petrified heart.
kiss the mist 