The laburnum is in yellow bloom.
Street dogs are sleeping under it.
Dogs have under a score of years.
I have four more to my Bible life,
My springs less for more blooms.
The dogs may have four or more.
Tree was lovely at twenty of years,
And not less lovely ,at my seventy.
The tree is not lovely at its seventy.
(taking off from A. E. Housman’s ‘Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now’