What do I see from Mama's front porch swing?

I see the farmers field across the road where the cows are grazing near the pond.
I see the hanging baskets cascading with mama's favorite flowers: petunias and pansies.
I see the bird houses hanging in between the flower baskets.
I see the mother rin flying back and forth gather food for her babies.
I see the tractor tire that is now a flower bed that we used to climb into and roll down the hill in the front yard.
I see the old patchwork quilt that is tattered and faded from the weather that lays on the swing to keep the boards from pinching me.
I see the old Chicken Bristle store that once traded with the locals at the end of the driveway.
I see the old stores busted porch and the mailbox at the end of the driveway.
I see the walnut tree in the yard.
I see the cider tree that I got for earth day when I was in second grade.
I see the hacberry tree that must be 200 years old.
I see the shade from the trees.
I see the mules in the field.
I see the flowers in the bed in front of the porch.
I see the rose of Sharron and the snowball bush.
I see the crack in the second step on the porch.
 I see the old cedar tree that casts shade over the porch.
I see the little wooden well and the tulips and Lilly of the valley that grow under the cedar tree.
I see the chip and seal road that runs between the front yard and the farmers pond.
I can see the old well house down the road where mother fox has her pups every spring.
I can see the start of the timber where we pick blackberries and hunt for morel mushrooms.
I can see the mule trailer and the barn filled with hay.
I can see the grain troft in the holding pin beside the old barn.
I can see rusted tin and greying boards on the barn.
I can see kittens playing near the wicker basket.
I can see creep mertals and canna lilies.
I can see iris and the slop up to the road.
I can see the bottom of the hill in the front yard that fills with water when it rains.
I can see a spider in her web in the corner.