Earth in a little while will disappear
From me; familiar sights I’ll see no more.
By Time’s stream swept along, I’m drawing near
The eternal shore.
Only a little while. Steep is the slope,
Grim is the fight, and distant seems the Dawn.
I fall, I rise; and still the star of hope
Beckons me on.
‘Tis but a little while ere I embark –
A little while before I cross the bar;
With all my records in my Noah’s Ark –
MICHAEL MULLIN – ‘THE BARD OF FOREMASS’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.
Won in “Sunday Poem”
Mid. Abbey St.