Just An Ordinary Rhymer

For many years now I have been a rhyme buff One might say I have written a whole heap of stuff But to rhyme is so easy as easy can be So easy to you and so easy to me. I am living far south of my old Homeland Shore And the field by the mountain in old Claramore And my old Homeplace of Claraghatlea where I was born and raised In rhymes I have written by me has been praised I grew to love Nature from here far away A love that will be with me until my dying day When April came in with her myriads of flowers And nesting birds sang in the mild Spring showers. I am just an ordinary rhymer of that I won't lie Though I will be penning stuff till the day that I die But they puzzle me those who talk of writers drought When in life and in Nature there's so much to write about. I never refer to myself as a poet Prefer to leave that title to those far more worthy of note My best years in life to the forever gone Addicted to rhyming I keep penning on.