James McIntyre

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

Mrs. Moody - Poem by James McIntyre

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When this country it was woody,
Its great champion, Mrs. Moody,
She showed she had both pluck and push,
In her work, roughing in the bush.

For there all alone she will dwell,
At time McKenzie did rebel,
Outbreak her husband strove to quell --
Her own grand struggles she doth tell.

Round bush life she threw a glory,
Pioneer renowned in story;
But her tale it is more cheering
When she wrote about the clearing.

Her other sister, Mrs. Traill,
Though eighty-six, she doth not fail;
She now is writing of wild flowers
Grown in Canada's woody bowers.


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  • Rookie Hester Andrews (11/12/2006 11:07:00 AM)

    Charmingly rustic.
    Though long forgotten to the world the humble Canadian ladies live on in the poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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