The Stuff I Pen To Paper

The stuff i pen to paper is stuff i cannot sell
The type that literary critics dismiss as doggerel
After many years of penning stuff i remain an unknown
Yet i never steal others ideas my verses are my own
I'm one who loves Mother Nature I've loved her since i was a boy
And walks in her quiet places are walks i do enjoy
We may pollute her beauty and the life giving air
But when we abuse our Earth Mother to our own selves we're unfair
So many sing her praises and far better than i
But I'll love Mother Nature until the day i die
Till to the scythe of the reaper i eventually will fall
There's only one immortal that is Nature and she outlives us all
The stuff i pen to paper will not bring me wealth or fame
The critics call it doggerel for want of a better name.