one road two views

everything in the valley seems quite small
the distance diminishes both sight and sound
the miniature farmer tills his tiny bit of ground
we cannot hear his shout from here at all
drying sheets spread out on the stone wall
look like slipcovers and each white mound
stands clearly out from a bright green surround
from our standpoint there's a long way to fall
now if we climb the road a little and look west
the view is different we view the distant sea
and the large slow ship going toward the sun
it's hard to choose at asking which was best
between the ocean and the inland lea
when i'll never on that road have cause to run