James McIntyre

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

Fertile Lands And Mammoth Cheese - Poem by James McIntyre

In barren district you may meet
Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat,
There you may find the choicest fruits,
And great, round, smooth and solid roots.

But in conditions such as these
You cannot make a mammoth cheese,
Which will weigh eight thousand pounds,
But where large fertile farms abounds.

Big cheese is synonymous name,
With the fertile district of the Thame,
Here dairy system's understood,
And they are made both large and good.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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