A Merry Caw

Take off, flaps down, from the place you fell in love, with its lazy summers of toads and rivers all interlocked with the firmness of a friendly southern handshake. The atmosphere, the love, the still evident dichotomy between us and them in the sort of romantic way cowboys feel towards the good folk of the city below--is creeping in, waiting for the viscous inhale to seep from one less entropic state to the next. Or maybe we're just caught up in the easy goers life. All I want from the land is to land in a spot to call my own. Are any of these still available?