And admittedly, his poems are fairly universally considered, well, doggerel.
Still, even so, they have a charm of their own, in my opinion, in spite of that, especially today. Because hey, even bad poetry can still be good. 🙂
Here, then, just for fun, are a few short ones of his, celebrating dairy farming.
The farmers now should all adorn
A few fields with sweet southern corn,
It is luscious, thick and tall,
The beauty of the fields in fall.
For it doth make best ensilage,
For those in dairying engage
It makes the milk in streams to flow,
Where dairymen have a good silo.
The cow is a happy rover
O’er the fields of blooming clover,
Of it she is a fond lover,
And it makes the milk pails run over.
Windmills and Stone Stables
Cows suffered in the days of old
For want of water and from cold,
Now of good water they have fill
For it is pumped by the windmill.
No matter how well cows were fed
They suffered cold in their board shed,
But good stone walls now them enfold,
And they are warm and safe from cold.
Now they do enjoy their fodder,
And repay with their full udder,
If bran slops you on cow bestow
Of milk it will increase the flow.
And in your efforts do not halt
But let them daily lick the salt,
And never let the dogs them chase,
But let them walk at their quiet pace.
The Vale of Thames
In vale of Thames oft’ times are seen
The cattle graze ‘mong sweetest green,
Or there contented with their fate
The gentle cows do ruminate.
And enjoy a double pleasure
In re-chewing hidden treasure,
The cow is a kindly creature,
Kind and pleasant in each feature.
About her is a homely charm,
And her the dog should not alarm,
But let all safe guard her from harm,
The gentlest creature on the farm.
Ranney, 1856, Dairy System.
Ranney began with just two cows,
Which he in winter fed on browse,
And now he hath got mighty herds
Numerous as flock of birds,
May he long live our hearts to cheer
This great and useful pioneer.