James McIntyre

(25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

Harvest Home Festivals - Poem by James McIntyre

In summer time it doth seem good
To seek the shade of the green wood,
For it doth banish all our care
When we gaze on scene so fair.

And birds do here in branches sing
So merrily in early spring,
And lovingly they here do pair,
Their mutual joys together share.

Here nature's charming never rude, Inspiring all with happy mood,
Tables had choice fruit of season, And we too had feast of reason.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2012



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