It's not about umbrella trees

Lovely to see you write a poem from your thoughts again they have been few and far between, Glad to see the words there they are like music, I love the umbrella tree in its perfect form then you go to Olive smell are these in one place, a memory perhaps but still the write is good, Yours Ian.T

we had umbrella trees left and right of our front door I remember my mother pulling them off to give me and my brother a spanking for whatever reason ... your poem brought back many memories for me

lovely poem Joe, nice to see you here

love your Jayne xxxx

A lovely little somersault into the past,
but the perfumes and sights are never gone.
They colour our present mood when remembered,
and are those precious things that cannot be stolen
from our treasure box.

Love from Anni.

such lovely poetry
I often wonder
are you ill really ???