A day in march

The days light
Comes creeping through my window
Eagles soaring
above these old dirt fields
Reminiscing in my mind
Like old movie reels

I'm out enjoying a cuppa something 
at the round log table
made by these very hands
As I do what I can
When I am able
Sat under the ole apple tree beside me
With a magpie sat above
Days like these
Are truly made
Outta love

These small birds gather
And sing a tune 
As though  sang just for me
Up there, they hide in the tree 

Country