I Penned My First Verses At 27

I penned my first verses at 27 when I was in my prime In the Fall of 1973 and that's going back in time Penning has become my addiction I pen more every day Though from any sort of literary success I do seem far away It is true writers are born and writers cannot be made And few do earn their livelihood out of the wordsmith trade Most writers write for the love of it without reward or pay And in Nature always something for to write on every day The wildborn creatures of Nature that hop and run and fly The brown hare and the kangaroo and the eagle of the sky The critics just ignore me I'm not seen as one of note I'm just an addictive rhymer who will never be a poet But I'm one who loves Nature and her i can't help but admire And of singing her praises I am one who does not tire.