'Til The Cows Come Home

This morning I was walking out of the
West Des Moines Cracker Barrell restaurant

After a breakfast of
"Grandmas Blueberry Pancakes"

I was on the front porch when I noticed
A little fiddle music playing softly

Then, I saw the rocking chairs they always have
For sale on the porch

I thought, "this is my kind of scene...
A rocker, some fiddle music and a pleasant morning"

Made me think I wouldn't fit so bad
In that picture

After all, I cut my chops on 7 years as a hayseed in North Dakota
When I was a young'un