I Hope To Be Writing Rhymes

I hope to be writing rhymes till the day i do die
If i did tell you different this would be a lie
On this nice afternoon in the land of the south
So many things for one to write rhymes about
The wild birds are singing on the bushes and trees
And the weather is sunny with a freshening coastal breeze
Blowing above the paddocks from the saltwater bay
For the last day of August and Winter quite a beautiful day
The contented cattle chewing their cuds in the paddocks do lay
For to describe such serene beauty i do not have words to say
Of Nature every day i do learn something new
And of rhymes of her one might say i have written quite a few
I have been a rhymer for decades and i hope for to stay
As a man of rhyme till my last night and day.