• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    A Dream

    I dreamt last night the dream of youth
    I hoped youth’s hope again;
    The dream of innocence and truth,
    The hope so high and vain.

    I woke to find that Time is still
    A forward flowing stream;
    That pauses at no obstacle,
    And dallies for no dream.

    Old Father Time has turned the years
    Like pages of a book;
    And now a river wide appears
    What once appeared a brook.

    But though I cannot stop the stream
    Which sweeps me out to sea,
    I still can dream the golden dream
    That brings back youth to me.

    MICHAEL MULLIN, ‘THE BARD OF FOREMASS’
    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.

    Won in Independent 1pound 10 shillings
    See also Irish Weekly Independent – January 22 – 1959