James McIntyre

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

James McIntyre Poems

161. Wars In Queen Victorias Reign 5/4/2012
162. Welcome To The Prince Of Wales 5/4/2012
163. Whittier 5/4/2012
164. Will Carleton 5/4/2012
165. Windmills And Stone Stables 1/3/2003
166. Witch Stone 5/4/2012
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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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