The Grass Is Greener - On The Other Side. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The old bull looked, his eyes so wide,
At grass so green, on other side.
A fence of stone, too tall to leap,
He paced and pawed, his secrets keep.

The ground grew bare, a muddy stain,
He walked and watched, through sun and rain.
Week after week, the longing grew,
For grass so bright, and fresh, and new.

The farmer saw, with weary sigh,
And led him in, beneath the sky.
The barn was dark, a stall so bare,
He tied him fast, with careful care.

The bull was smart, he knew the game,
He stayed so good, and bore the shame.
But in his heart, the green grass gleamed,
A distant, lovely, fading dream.

He changed his ways, no happy spring,
Just plain cool water, the stall would bring.
He learned to wait, and learned to bend,
For losing much, would be his end.

The butcher waits, for meat so fine,
The bull remembers, down the line.
His spirit strong, his freedom sought,
But rules are rules, and lessons taught.