• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    When Apple Trees Bloom

    I know that soft zephyrs now play
    In an orchard where apple trees bloom
    And peep through the panes of the window
    Of a neat little, sweet little room,
    A room with a bed in one corner,
    Half hidden by curtains o’erhung –
    ‘Twas there that I slept the sweet slumber
    Of innocence when I was young.

    Soft winds of remembrance are blowing
    Their fond recollections to me
    Of that little cottage and orchard
    In Ireland far over the sea.
    I guess a bed’s still in that corner,
    I know that the apple trees bloom;
    But the old place has passed into new hands:
    I’ll never more sleep in that room.

    Yet often when soft winds are playing
    Sweet music in orchards abloom,
    In dreams I’ll tip-toe to the window
    Of a neat little, sweet little room.
    And I’ll vision a bed and a table
    In a corner with curtains o’erhung:
    ‘Tis thus, though a man disillusioned,
    I’ll dream the dear dreams of the young.

    Michael Mullin ‘The Bard of Foremass’

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co Tyrone.

    Michael himself had written – ‘I like it’ at this poem on his list.