They come in all strengths and sizes; <br />in high winds only the fittest survive. <br /> <br />Everyone I know loses them frequently <br />so where do lost umbrellas go? <br />Someone must have hundreds of them. <br /> <br />Their colours range from dull to blinding - <br />saying something about their owners? <br />My father was a commuter <br />and his umbrella was black.<br /><br />Robert Melliard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/umbrellas/
