Old man

There was a old man who used to live in the inner city. As he grew old he got tired of the constant noise and lights of the big city. One day he packed only his most prised possessions and moved way out in to the the unexplored country. It was a small one window wooden shed. He had acres of open field with tall brown/golden grass. He could see as far as the eye could take him with a single tree in front of his house being the only thing to see. But most of all what he loved was the clear baby blue sky with puffy white clouds.