I never refer to myself as a poet
I leave such titles to those more worthy of note
Than one such as me who pens old fashioned rhyme
The type of stuff I write is not of this time
My gift is to love Nature for me a source of joy
And I've loved her since I was a very young boy
The only known immortal she will live forever more
In every Country and on every shore
Her beauty I cannot help but to admire
And of singing her praises I never could tire
About her she has a mysterious way
And from her we do learn something new every day
And whilst the artists and the poets celebrate her in their art and poetry
To admire her creations enough to satisfy me.
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