"Will you?" he asked.  She said, "I will,"
The gazebo witnessed their kiss,
Arm in arm, the lovers sat,
No place on earth like this.
Then they pledged undying love,
He slipped a ring upon her hand,
The gazebo heard their every word,
As they talked and made their plans.
"Let's have our wedding here," he said,
"Here?" she smiled, "Why not."
The gazebo, of course, agreed with them,
This was indeed a lovely spot.
"This is perfect," she said, "I love this place!"
She pirouetted around the floor,
"But what if it rains?" the young man complained,
"Silly goose, that's what gazebos are for."
"The flowers will all be in bloom quite soon,
We'll have tons of them around,
And all the roses will smell so sweet,
And how lush and green the lawn."

The gazebo creaked and squeaked with joy,
New lattice work, perhaps,
At the very least, a coat of paint,
The gazebo trembled and laughed
Shortly the wedding took place, as planned,
The gazebo bedecked and befrilled,
It held its roof high in obvious pride,
The little structure filled with good-will.
The wedding party danced with delight,
Then the cake was cut and shared,
Crumbs dropped upon the old wood floor,
And the gazebo was pleased they were there.
Then after the party was over,
And the guests headed back to their homes,
The gazebo now was deserted
And must face the off-season alone,
It stood tall upon a scenic bluff,
Where it was exposed to the winter's cold,
And the ice and snow and gusty winds,
Extracted their heavy toll.

Each winter it wonderd if it would survive,
To see the first Robins of spring,
And over the years, it managed somehow,
To be there to hear the birds sing.
And sturdy it stood, throughout the spring rains,
While new flowers surrounded its base,
Then when summer arrived, new lovers came by.
And a broad smile showed on its face.
But the best smile of all came in the Fall,
When a young mother and baby appeared,
And the gazebo heard the young mother say,
"Yes, your Daddy proposed to me here."
"And this is where we were married,
Right on this very spot,"
She patted the little gazebo,
Which happily swayed and rocked.
"And one day, my little darling,
You may walk along this same path,
And sit in this same lovely place,
And perhaps make the gazebo laugh."
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright November 2002