I Never Said To You

I never said to you that I was a poet
Or one in any way worthy of literary note
I write for enjoyment that and nothing more
I say it again as I've said it before.

The beauty of Nature I always enjoy
The one I have loved since I was a young boy
The one that I love and the one I admire
Of singing her praises I never could tire.

The one who inspired poets in decades gone by
To write of things that crawl or walk, run or fly
Or fishes or mammals that live in the sea
Inspired by the beauty in Nature they see.

In stuff that I never could hope for to sell
I praise Mother Nature in mere doggerel
Though little about her I can claim to know
My wonder of her only does seem to grow.

Since that would not be one bit honest of me
A poet I have never pretended to be
And though never short of things for to write about
My worth as a writer I have reason to doubt.