Poem

I wanna sit 
In a backyard
Somewhere in Kentucky
From dawn til dusk
And just watch Squirrels
Watch a quarrel
And enjoy the weather
While rocking back and forth
In an old rocking chair
Listening to bluegrass songs
Coming from the old
Neighbors' window
Just as the love of my life
Arrives with whiskey
A pencil and some paper
So we can draw this dream.