• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Mountain hiking

    Of this office work I weary,
    And my yawn becomes a sigh:
    And the city grows more dreary
    As the summer days go by.

    So I snip my business tether,
    And I hie me to the hills –
    To the land of ling and heather,
    To the birthplace of the rills.

    I shall linger by the fountains,
    ‘Neath the shade of leafy trees
    I shall scale the lofty mountains
    In the footsteps of the breeze.

    At my leisure I shall linger
    On the curlews’ aerodrome,
    And the lark will be my singer;
    And the sky will roof my home.

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