(To. P. D. in Italy)

Do you remember how happy hearted,
Before we parted, were you and I?
Do you remember those sweet September
Days before we said good-bye?

What times we wandered beneath a mellow
Moon among the yellow sheaves!
What times we made gay trips together
Oe’r hills of heather those autumn eves!

Time passed.  Our barques by fate were driven
From home’s calm haven, divergent ways.
Yet sure am I we’ll still remember,
Those dear September nights and days.

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

Newspaper Cutting – footnote by editor –  This week’s poem is by Michael Mullin, Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Tyrone.  One poem will be published each Sunday and a special award made to the author.  Poems must be ORIGINAL  and must not have been published before.
Address Entries: – “Sunday Poem”, “Sunday Independent” Middle Abbey Street, Dublin.

FOOTNOTE: This is one of his later poems when P.D. moved from London to Italy.  Both of them would have been in their 80’s at the time.