When this country it was woody, <br />Its great champion, Mrs. Moody, <br />She showed she had both pluck and push, <br />In her work, roughing in the bush. <br /> <br />For there all alone she will dwell, <br />At time McKenzie did rebel, <br />Outbreak her husband strove to quell -- <br />Her own grand struggles she doth tell. <br /> <br />Round bush life she threw a glory, <br />Pioneer renowned in story; <br />But her tale it is more cheering <br />When she wrote about the clearing. <br /> <br />Her other sister, Mrs. Traill, <br />Though eighty-six, she doth not fail; <br />She now is writing of wild flowers <br />Grown in Canada's woody bowers.<br /><br />James McIntyre<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mrs-moody/
