What is over the hill, <br />I've always wondered and I wonder still. <br /> <br />Are there fields of meadows sweet, <br />Or forests for the eye to greet, <br />Are there cottages and farms, <br />All so quaint with country charms. <br /> <br />Or are there seas and sandy coves, <br />Lofty cliffs and sheep in droves, <br />Lakes with water gleaming bright, <br />Willows weeping at the sight. <br /> <br />Could there be a river wide, <br />With boats all moored along each side, <br />Or a canal which peacefully meanders, <br />Past boathouses with their verandas. <br /> <br />Perhaps there is a town of people, <br />A large stone church with bell and steeple, <br />Lots of traffic on the go, <br />People rushing to and fro. <br /> <br />Maybe there are valleys to discover, <br />With wonderful birds like the wagtail and plover, <br />Sparrowhawks and buzzards too, <br />All these would be splendid to view. <br /> <br />There might be a mansion great, <br />Built within a large estate, <br />With room to fish and hunt and shoot, <br />Such a lifestyle would be a hoot. <br /> <br />But it may not be greener over the hill, <br />We always think maybe it will, <br />We are left to guess at what things might have been, <br />And all we can do is imagine the scene. <br /> <br />But perhaps we are happier where we are, <br />And not to let all our wild thoughts mar, <br />What we already have, which is pretty okay, <br />I think you'd agree, what do you say?<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/over-the-hill/
