I Hope To Be Writing Rhymes

I hope to be writing rhymes till the day i do die If i did tell you different this would be a lie On this nice afternoon in the land of the south So many things for one to write rhymes about The wild birds are singing on the bushes and trees And the weather is sunny with a freshening coastal breeze Blowing above the paddocks from the saltwater bay For the last day of August and Winter quite a beautiful day The contented cattle chewing their cuds in the paddocks do lay For to describe such serene beauty i do not have words to say Of Nature every day i do learn something new And of rhymes of her one might say i have written quite a few I have been a rhymer for decades and i hope for to stay As a man of rhyme till my last night and day.