• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Memories of May

    When May assembles butterflies and bees
    Round April-ornamented apple trees,
    And when I gaze on orchards blossom-decked,
    I pause in my lone wand’rings to reflect
    On one old orchard.  To another spring
    Back in the past my truant thoughts take wing;
    And side by side with trusty friends I stray
    Through an old garden-orchard for away.

    The road of life has many ups and downs;
    And Fortune for us all has smiles and frowns;
    Upon Life’s road we meet many a friend,
    And part with many.  What is round the bend,
    Ahead of us, we neither see nor know,
    No wonder that our thoughts incline to go
    Oftener backwards as we further stray
    From childhood’s garden-orchard far away.

    These lovely blossoms on the apple trees,
    These singing birds, these flowers, these flying bees,
    This music of the mild winds passing by,
    These things, all these will pass away and die,
    And yet each year while I survive to see
    The blossom smiling on the apple tree,
    Back to the past, back to the past I’ll stray
    To one old garden-orchard far away.