Finale Poem by James McIntyre

Finale

Rating: 2.7


It is folly now to aim
Or to seek for distant fame,
But rest content if we can claim
Something of a local name
Oh the pleasant banks of Thame,
Because in simple strains we sung
The glories of this country young.

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James McIntyre

James McIntyre

Forres, Scotland
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