For Thirty Four Years

For thirty four years I have been penning rhyme And in minutes and hours that does seem a long time Perhaps in written words I have said all I should have to say Still I cannot give my addiction away I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy And a walk in her World is a thing I enjoy Of singing her praises I never could tire There's so much about her for one to admire The songs of the birds on the bushes and trees And the hummings and buzzings of flies and of bees Like most life forms in Nature they are born with a song To Nature us humans do also belong And after some thirty four years of penning of stuff Some say call it quits you have written enough.