by Polo Bear

Created on: July 02, 2008

My eyes like a camera,
Glance in the backyard,
And the scenery looks gorgeous,
Unlike I would see at home.

The trees overtake the landscape,
With many different shapes and sizes,
The yard dressed like a carpet, so comfy.

The birds seek dwelling,
Between the breathtaking scenery.
Squirels roam in the brushy underdwelling,
Yet the birds gather brush to make a house,
To seek the living space.

Two species of trees,
Are familiar to me,
But are quite common to the landscape,
Yet these trees are not wordy familiar,
But look like it though.

And my eyes are never tired,
Of looking at them,
This makes up the scenery,
As much as I could see.

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