Its Numerous Windmills
It would be amusing to many, if Don Quixote flourished at the present time and rode through this county bestride his fiery charger, couching his lance and clapping spurs to his steed and tilting his spear at the giants of his imagination, the windmills, for there is not a county in Canada that contains as many of those useful water pumpers. We could point out some spots near the cross roads where eight mills can be seen at a glance round.
’Tis charming for to view windmill,
Picturesque in vale or hill,
Forcing up a sparkling rill,
And cows enjoy with right good will
Clear water brewed in nature’s still,
And of it they do drink their fill.
No wonder they can make with ease
In Oxford world renowned cheese,
For cows enjoy the clear pure stream
With rich, sweet grass makes best of cream.
Cow, you must treat her as a queen,
When grass is dry cut her feed green,
Its benefits will quick be seen
For she is a grand milk machine;
The system it is called soiling,
But it repays for extra toiling.