Found this under "Nature". Take my comments as merely my opinion. No offense or argument intended.
You do paint lovely, nostalgic pictures, and, yes, I often think of a simpler, healthier life. We long for the cozy, nostalgic homespun yesterdays. It also brought to mind the other side of the picture.
But I can't help but think of the hard times of drought, wind storms, and vermin. Then there's the hard work of picking the apples, tilling and weeding. You mentioned men pitching conversations, and I experienced that first hand as a child, yet I thought of them pitching hay to the animals. Of course, you rise before dawn to milk the cows and feed the chickens. At night, when you're weary, you are awakened by a fox or weasel in the hen house. The deer are pretty, but not while eating your corn or tomatoes.
It's easy to understand why folks were lured away to city life and make more money. I'd like to have a farm, but only if I could afford to pay someone else to do the farming.
Very nice poem. Good food for thought.
Only one technical comment: Gods should be God's.
Well done. Thanks for the lovely mental pictures and the peace they inspire.