Since I Am One Without A Literary Degree

Since I am one without a literary degree Of poets and poetry why bother ask me Though I have a fondness of old fashioned rhyme To free verse I would prefer it anytime Though to a long gone era they well may belong I remain a fan of the ballad and song That in long gone Seasons I used to enjoy In my old Homeplace when I was a young boy When we sat by the fire grate on a Winter's night The flame of the burning peat was flickering bright With the old men and women we did sing along And they knew the words of many an old song From them a love of song and rhyme I did gain A love that to this day with me does remain.