Not In Hope

Not in hope of money or any literary renown That the rhymes that come to me in notebook I pen down And post them to be published on a literary site It is just for the love of rhyme that rhymes I do write Just one of many rhymers since rhymers are not rare This is something that many of would be aware One the literary critics dismiss as the writers of doggerel Of who are or are not poets they feel qualified of for to tell Where the huge white surf waves are rolling into the bay The beautiful gannets are fishing today Into the deep ocean from great heights they dive In nature this is their way fort to survive So much beauty in Nature for to write rhymes about In this beautiful coastal countryside of the south The sun in the blue and grey sky with a freshening breeze And a pleasant weather temperature of around eighteen degrees The warbling distinctive and always pleasant to hear Of the magpies who sing every day of the year And a voice of nature that belong to the Spring The beautiful songs that the blackbirds do sing I live without the desire of any literary note And I do leave to others the title of poet The gannets are fishing out there on the bay On what is a beautiful early Spring day.