The Rhymes I Pen

The rhymes i pen do seem a little rough
As literary critics might say not good enough
To be seen as poetry or worthy of note
But then i never said i was a poet
I daydreamed of fame in the fields by Millstreet Town
But daydreaming does not get you to renown
In Spring the wildflowers bloomed on the banks of the rill
That babbled to the river down the hill
And the urge in me to write grew ever strong
At the natural beauty of the robin's song
I never did master the wordsmith trade
Suppose 'tis true that poets are born not made
An ageing male my better years long gone
But i am one who keeps on penning on.