My Efforts At Rhyming

My efforts at rhyming more than three decades does span
In the World of rhymers one more rhyming man
To penning of verse Nature me does inspire
Of singing her praises could one ever tire
A year with the sixty and well past my prime
It has been thirty five years since i penned my first rhyme
Far north of this Country thousands of miles away
My hair dark brown then it is now silver gray
I never did fancy myself as a poet
Or as anyone worthy of literary note
And though they never will bring me wealth or literary renown
The rhymes just come to me and i pen them down
But until the reaper in my life has his say
I do not intend to give rhyming away.