• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Rustic Charms

    I stand upon the hillside here,
    Down-gazing on thy charms –
    O, Valley of the lime-white cots!
    O, Valley of the pleasant plots –
    The well-kept fields and farms!

    I watch the cloud-ships sailing ‘neath
    Thy roof so blue and fair.
    From many a tiny chimney top
    I watch the turf smoke curling up
    Like banners in the air.

    On gorse I see already Spring
    Its lavish gold has spilt.
    I see ploughed fields of brown between
    Stubble of grey and pasture green –
    A pretty patch-work quilt.

    I see the ploughmen at their toil,
    The children at their play
    On soft green carpets, flower-decked.
    I watch the cottage panes reflect
    The low sun’s level ray.

    And while I gaze, come other scenes
    Of beauty back to me,
    Especially an Eden rare
    Of rustic loveliness, somewhere
    Near Newry by the sea.

    Still , thou art first,  O Valley
    Of the cosy cots and farms!
    I love thy sweet rusticity,
    Thy beautiful simplicity –
    Thy homely, comely charms.


    Michael Mullin
    ‘The Bard of Foremass’

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.