February 2, 2012 by William Leed
Far-off from the levy of uniformity are those pastures of green.
-William Leed-
Posted in Poetry | Tagged green, levy, pastures, poem, poetry, talking leaves, uniformity, william leed | 4 Comments
So the grass IS always greener on the other side? Another dose of sage to spice my day, thank you.
This is true. If we are happy with anything but uniformity we WILL find those places that resemble pastures of green. Glad you are enjoying!! William
Green pastures for nourishing body and soul cannot lie in proximity to a uniform levy that blocks off the light.
I enjoyed your take as usual. But on this one I was thinking “levy” as the “price” of uniformity, which I undoubtedly prefer the pastures of green, where uniqueness and free spirit graze. Thanks again for your thoughtful reflection. William
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So the grass IS always greener on the other side? Another dose of sage to spice my day, thank you.
This is true. If we are happy with anything but uniformity we WILL find those places that resemble pastures of green. Glad you are enjoying!!
William
Green pastures for nourishing body and soul cannot lie in proximity to a uniform levy that blocks off the light.
I enjoyed your take as usual. But on this one I was thinking “levy” as the “price” of uniformity, which I undoubtedly prefer the pastures of green,
where uniqueness and free spirit graze. Thanks again for your thoughtful reflection.
William