I Never Do Fancy Poem by Francis Duggan

I never do fancy myself as a poet
Or one in anyway who is worthy of note
And for me there never has been an encore
I pen for the love of it and nothing more.

Of Nature and life there is so much to write
Out there in the garden in the bright sunlight
The butterflies flitting in the evening breeze
They dance in the air around the blossoming trees.

The wonders of Nature are an amazing thing
There are more to the birds than the songs that they sing
All of the secrets of their lives we never will know
Our sheer awe of Nature it only does grow.

Our lives are not that different to the wildflowers
That bloom in the sun freshened by recent showers
Like them we too bloom and we fade to decay
That's life one suppose and that is Nature's way.

Despite lack of financial reward and despite lack of fame
And despite lack of success i write just the same
And though on my worth as a writer i often cast doubt
There is always some thing on which to write about.