The Grass Is Greener
I strode with deliberate steps, I had to see what lay hence.
The grass supposedly greener on the other side of the fence
Could it be true? I had to go look and see.
The street was long and windy, gathering in the years
Lots of happy days I saw and often there were tears
Could it be true? Oer the land, beyond the sea?
Such a long, long day, retracing it before the setting sun
The grass of home so much greener, now that I am done
Papanui the Storyteller
Aaron T Watene
