he wakes up with the sun just coming over the land he makes his cup of coffee and sits on the front porch the cool autumm west texas air nips at his boots while he drinks his coffee and smokes his cigeratte as the steam rises off the coffee as he takes a sip and looks over his land.
Many generations before him have worked this land and provided for their family as he is doing now. It was handed down to him from his daddy and his daddy's daddy before him this land is his blood he weeps with it and rejoices with it through drought and floods tornadoes and hailstorms they are one.