• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Autumn Musings

    Oftimes I walk abroad,
    At Autumn morn and even,
    To view the works of God
    Who made the earth and heaven.
    And as I view
    The heavens blue
    Afar that stretches o’er me,
    And fields of grain
    On slope and plain
    Extending forth before me;
    I feel I should be meek
    Of heart, of spirit lowly;
    I see how man is weak,
    How God is great and holy.

    The leaves upon the trees,
    The Summer saw them blooming,
    But Autumn’s fading breeze
    Their freshness is consuming;
    Like fate unkind,
    That Autumn wind
    Flings them to earth and spurns them,
    From dust they came,
    And to the same
    Dame Nature now returns them;
    These leaves to me recall
    The fact – I should be humble;
    We came from dust, and all
    Of us to dust must crumble.

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross. Co. Tyrone.