My Backyard

As I sit on the picnic table
that is supported by the deck
I absorb the scenery That is
all around me. I see the little
nest that had been deserted
and left to protect itself against
the harsh winter that lay ahead.
I look down to see the covering
the ground's true beauty and wonder
if the snow will ever go away.
Then I look at the old tree with
its bare limbs coated with a layer
of the two week old snow. All of a
sudden a little gray squirrel climbs
over the rusted old fence thinking
he will find some acorns in my backyard,
only to find he had been wrong. I guess
I never really noticed how beautiful my
backyard could be. I always thought it
was like everyone Else's, but as I sit
on this picnic table I see the true beauty
that the snow has hidden all winter long.