Now that the hustle and bustle of summer is over, and you have a bit of time to relax and browse on some downtime,(that is unless this is your busy time)Its time to turn the clock back, yet again, and enjoy some more stories, and history of The Bruce.
I bring you this time, to a very small place called Underwood, down Port Elgin way, where there was a farm that once existed(and may still today) called Antrim, named after the Irish birthplace of a farmer, emigrant and poet by the name of William Hunter. Even though his writings took place over a century ago, the wit, humour and passion is still as enjoyable today, as it was then. His understanding of municipal council of the day, can be WELL understood today, as can be seen in his words from his poem Bruce Council for 1897:
“They'll wipe their mouths, deny the truth
And let our township pay...
All other's wages they cut down
And do it in a trice
But OH! so hard to cut their own
It's never thought of twice...
Economy! Oh Economy!
I'll shout it o'er and o'er
It's just such quack economy
That made old Ireland poor.”
You can read more poems at Poetic History