James McIntyre

[The Cheese Poet] (25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

James McIntyre Poems

1. Lines On Beachville 5/4/2012
2. The Great Fire Of Ingersoll 5/4/2012
3. Tiger and Elephant 5/8/2015
4. Halloween 11/23/2015
5. Help In Need 2/3/2016
6. Potato Bug Exterminators 5/4/2012
7. Dried Apples 5/4/2012
8. Tercentenary Ode On Shakespeare 5/4/2012
9. Shelley 5/4/2012
10. Dryden And Pope 5/4/2012
11. Tom Moore 5/4/2012
12. Longfellow 5/4/2012
13. Walt Whitman 5/4/2012
14. Wars In Queen Victorias Reign 5/4/2012
15. The Shires On The Moray Frith 5/4/2012
16. St. Andrews Anniversary 5/4/2012
17. The Brothers Stuart 5/4/2012
18. Scottish Names In Oxford County 5/4/2012
19. Lines On Col. Wonham 5/4/2012
20. Lines 5/4/2012
21. Lineson Thorold 5/4/2012
22. Dr.Springer 5/4/2012
23. Galt And Dunlop 5/4/2012
24. Let Her Go 5/4/2012
25. Impromptu 5/4/2012
26. The Cheese Pionner 5/4/2012
27. Hope Macniven 5/4/2012
28. In Memoriam 5/4/2012
29. George Menzies Poems 5/4/2012
30. Female Revenge 5/4/2012
31. Lines On Corner Stone 5/4/2012
32. Robert Fleming Gourley 5/4/2012
33. Victoria Park And Caledonian Games 5/4/2012
34. Lines On Woodstock 5/4/2012
35. Lines On Thamesford 5/4/2012
36. Lines On Norwich 5/4/2012
37. Lines On Tilsonburg 5/4/2012
38. Donald Ross 5/4/2012
39. English Names On Canadian Thames 5/4/2012
40. Fight Of A Buffalo With Wolves 5/4/2012
Best Poem of James McIntyre

Oxford Cheese Ode

The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
And nearly barren as a moor,
But now the owners live at ease
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.

And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil,
The land enriched by goodly cows,
Yie'ds plenty now to ...

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Ensilage

The farmers now should all adorn
A few fields with sweet southern corn,
It is luscious, thick and tall,
The beauty of the fields in fall.

For it doth make best ensilage,
For those in dairying engage
It makes the milk in streams to flow,
Where dairymen have a good silo.

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