My Efforts At Rhyming

My efforts at rhyming three decades does span In the World of rhymers one more rhyming man To penning of verse Nature me does inspire Of singing her praisaes could one ever tire A year with the sixty and well past my prime It has been thirty five years since I penned my first rhyme Far north of this Country thousands of miles away My hair dark brown then it is now silver gray I never did fancy myself as a poet Or as anyone worthy of literary note And though they never will bring me wealth or literary renown The rhymes just come to me and I pen them down But until the reaper in my life has his say I do not intend to give rhyming away.