A Good Rhyming Day

I leave it to those who feel worthy of literary note
To lay claim to the honorable title of poet
Since a rhymer at best is the best i can be
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me

On this blustery and showery September Spring day
The sun behind gray clouds is hidden away
A male blackbird is singing whilst his brown mate sits in her cup shaped nest
With the black birds of the future in the warm eggs neath her feathery breast

The birds due to their song known to many as pee wee
The magpie larks build their nest of mud on fork of branch of a tree
Dainty black and white birds with the familiar song
Once seen and once heard one can never agin get them wrong

The warbling flute like notes of the magpies always pleasant to hear
On weather typical enough for the time of year
But far warmer weather and sky sunny and clear
To the southern Country with each passing day near

Though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
In Nature plenty of things for to write rhymes about
The wild birds are singing in the park by the bay
And despite the showery weather this is a good rhyming day.