Ah the Country

Blue skies, gentle sunshine, dappled shade, a gentle breeze, open spaces for as far as the eye can see.

A newspaper by the lake and brewed coffee. And nothing that I have to do.

All I need now is a corn fed farmer boy in overalls - his grand parents came here from Sicily in the fifties. Young Nick - the third generation of Nicks in his family. Maybe, a motor bike and a Blue Healer named Chopper. Most likely a killer smile, certainly eyes for me.