• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    O April showers! softly fall.
    O April airs! caress the flowers.
    O April sun! smile down on all
    This land of ours.

    Wild birds are wooing now.  Their words
    Are in a language strange to me.
    Could I translate love-songs of birds
    How blest I’d be!

    Now is the time when farmers sow;
    They set the seeds beneath the sod –
    Strong in their trust that crops will grow –
    Their trust in God.

    Wind-driven cloud-ships sail above;
    Below their shadows swiftly pass.
    Over the tillage fields they move,
    Over the grass.

    And at their passing as I gaze
    I think how like this life of ours
    Is April with its changeful days
    Of sun and showers!

    O April with its smiles and tears!
    Ah April with its sun and rain!
    O joys and sorrows of the years –
    Pleasure and pain.

    Michael Mullin
    ‘The Bard of Foremass’
    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.