Canyonville Poem by Barbara Haskell

Sitting on the back steps
and I can see God's vast landscape,
blanketed with never ending trees.
I can hear a car in daylight,
but they are few and far between.
There's the corral, home to a horse and goat,
with grasses, so green.
On the patio, a statue of a rabbit,
looking as if it's about to hop away.
Lots of plants, in a duck planter and all around.
Bird houses, cute and colorful, hanging everywhere.
Pine needles on the porch and covering the ground.
So peaceful and quiet-
quiet is such a beautiful sound!
There is the warmth of an indoor fire
and coffee is brewing;
what a scent, a welcoming smell,
here, in this little town,
called Canyonville.