Frolicking in a patch of honeysuckle, tasting its sweetness,
enjoying these childhood memories on top of a mountain on
Tullo Road in Somerville, New Jersey.
Great memories had there, willow trees, mulberrys white
and black in color, tasting like heavenly aromas when
just a child of ten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great memories dwell in mind and these give us really golden and valuable aroma. An interesting poem is beautifully penned.10