Far Side of the Hill
There's only one way to find out
how the grass tastes
on the far side of the hill.
I have an unshakable believe that it IS sweet
but only if you choose the right hill and the right way to get there.
But faith is unshakable.
Therefore I ride on, without retreat,
and go to find the grass that's sweet.
Though I must leave the 99 in the open country.
Just for a time.
Or perhaps for a time and half a time.
Who can say.
So I'll let Him tell you.
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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