On this day Monday 27 June 2016, the Bard committee wish to say that the joyous journey is over. After deep consideration we feel that the time has come to bring the Festival of Humorous Verse to an end. Sincere thanks to all who have journeyed with us over the past 21 years from every county in Ireland to engage in the many memorable sessions of hilarity. We thank all the wonderful people who entered the competition and graced the lectern with their uplifting odes. We have to remember also the great brotherhood and sisterhood of bards who are no longer with us. To the Masters of Ceremonies, especially the great Pearse McBride who was the mover and shaker of all things and to the judges, stewards and helpers we are forever thankful. Unforgettable will be the memories of the rousing nights in The Trap, Carnagh House, The Ryandale, Drumsill Hotel and finally Armagh City Hotel.
Beware of bogus and opportunistic bard organisers who in one foul swoop would wipe out 21 years of cultivated excellence.
The Journey’s End
The fire is out, the moon is down
The parting glass is dry and done
And I must go and leave this town
Before the rising of the sun
And long's the road and far's the mile
Before I rest my soul again
With the girls that weep and girls that smile
And all the words and ways of men
For some there are, that may not bide
But wander to the journey's end
Nor take a girl to be a bride
Nor keep a man to be a friend
And when I'm done with wandering
I'll sit beside the road and weep
For all the songs I did not sing
And promises I did not keep
John B Goodenough.