The Poetry Corner

Embro.

By James McIntyre

O'er various counties of the north, When cruel order did go forth, For to destroy many a home, So that the wild deer free might roam; The men of Sutherland and Ross, The broad Atlantic they did cross, Each seeking for a fertile farm, These rolling lands for them had charm; They ne'er desired again to roam, Each happy in his woodland home, Where middle branch of Thames doth flow They built the village of Embro, And it the hill tops now doth crown Like its grand namesake Edina Town, And good flour mills you here do find And oats also they here do grind.