Were I Born A Poet

Were i born a poet a poem i would write

Of lovers of Nature to enjoy and read and recite

Of how the birds build their intricate nests in the Spring

In the time of year when they whistle and sing

Were i born a poet i would write of the freshening breeze

Soughing in the leafy branches of the trees

Carrying in it the sweet scent of freshly mowed grass for silage or hay

In the cool of the evening of a nice Summer day

But it is not saying anything on anyway that is new

That true poets as is said are of the few

And i am not one i cannot deny

Though to describe Nature's beauty my best i does try

Were i born a poet of Nature's beauty in verse i would glorify

And of creating beauty in words my talents i would apply

And though i try my best a poet i will never be

Since it is my love of rhyme has made a rhymer of me.