Backyard treasures that I see, Are treasures God has given me; Wild violets grow in many places, The little purple flowers put smiles on faces. Squirrels scamper in the grass, Thinking they are mighty fast; It's fun to watch them run and play, The squirrels here are mostly gray. The birds sit in my trees, As they sing songs full of glee; A Blue Jay likes to squawk, If I'm blessed, I may see a hawk. Bluebirds, Cardinals, Robins and Chickadees, Bring color and music meant for me; Blooms adorn my plants in the ground, And butterflies flitter making nary a sound. Backyard treasures are worth more than gold, Stories abound and have often been told; Of deer and wildlife grazing there, God has made sure I get my share. I appreciate my backyard treasure, They bring me delight I cannot measure; My God is mighty good to me, And I praise Him daily thankfully. ©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2014