Here you will find the Poem Laburnums of poet Padraic Colum
OVER old walls the Laburnums hang cones of fire; Laburnums that grow out of old mould in old gardens: Old maids and old men who have savings or pensions have Shuttered themselves in the pales of old gardens. The gardens grow wild; out of their mould the Laburnums Draw cones of fire. And we, who've no lindens, no palms, no cedars of Lebanon, Rejoice you have gardens with mould, old men and old maids: The bare and the dusty streets have now the Laburnums, Have now cones of fire!
