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.