• 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.

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.

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