Soon baubles and toys
Will intrude, while the day’s noise
Will wrap me in petty care
Yet, on awakening there
Where
The birds, as they always are
Drowning out lorry and car.
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K Morris - Poet 
Nice poem so well composed.
Thank you
welcome.