James McIntyre Poems
|161.||Victoria Park And Caledonian Games||5/4/2012|
|163.||Wars In Queen Victorias Reign||5/4/2012|
|164.||Welcome To The Prince Of Wales||5/4/2012|
|167.||Windmills And Stone Stables||1/3/2003|
American Poets: Longfellow
Like fruit that's large and ripe and mellow,
Sweet and luscious is Longfellow,
Melodious songs he oft did pour,
And high was his Excelsior.
He shows us in his psalm of life
The folly of our selfish strife;
With Hiawatha we bewail
His suffering in great Indian tale;
Indian nation was forlorn
Till great spirit planted corn.
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.