• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    A Little While

    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 –
    My astro-car.

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

    Won in “Sunday Poem”
    Sunday Independent,
    Mid. Abbey St.
    Dublin