The little path that winds down
along the slope plunges through cane-tufts
and opens suddenly into the orchard
among the moss-green trunks
of the lemon trees.
– from The Lemon Trees by Eugenio Montale (1896-1981)
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Gozo, March 2019
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Copyright Debbie Smyth, 23 July 2021
Posted as part of Becky’s TreeSquare
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Travel with Intent 
Wow🤩
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And no leaves left. I like that snippet of poetry and followed the link to the entire poem. Do you know all these poems or do you find them to go with photos (or find photos to go with bits of poetry?)
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I hunted them down for the challenge. Sometimes finding a nice poem and then hunting the photo, sometimes the other way round. It has been great fun.
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Another great quote and photos Debbie 🙂 🙂
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Thanks Brian, I’ve been enjoying myself
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Brilliant poem to go with y.our images…I like “the murmur of tender leaves in a breathless, unmoving air.”….(shades of a Greek island in he midday sun). And I like the comment that “Even the poor know that richness, the fragrance of the lemon trees.”
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I have found some wonderful poems – showing us we can say so much with few words
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I need to engage brain and write some more Haiku…..
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A good idea!
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It must be 7 years or more since I last wrote any….
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A good pastime if the heat returns, I reckon
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Maybe
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oh loving the description, and what great lemons
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