Just North of Here

Written by: Daniel Larson

Morning breaks beyond a ridge
     so far from this ol' home,
Wood-fire stores the morning's heat
     under a hearth of stone.
Cattle stir upon the hill
     still covered by the frost,
They look o'er the valley low
     at trees covered in moss.
One lone eagle glides the rim
     on silent wings of steel,
Rides upon the unseen winds
     searching for his next meal.