Morning glory - idyll poem

When I lived in Georgia I had a huge backyard / Some mornings I would sit on the deck and look out into the woods / See the sun bursting through the trees / Deer drinking from the creek / I would sit still and listen to the beautiful noise of nature / Nature should be loud / Birds singing and chirping and racing in the sky / Occasionally I would see black snakes slithering through the grass / My neighbor told me the black snakes were harmless / Squirrels rushing up the trees playing and chasing and racing across the yard / Leaves covering the grass / I was not the best lawn keeper / Those were beautiful mornings / Breeze gentle across my face / Tea and toast and eggs / Bare feet and gown / Morning and a journal and ladybugs / There were tiny frogs and lizards and bees / I loved Georgia mornings in my backyard / All the sounds and thoughts and feelings and ease