A little gazebo,
Not too far from our home.
It’s a place of our own,
that no one else can know.
The boards shift and creak beneath my weight.
The sky lets loose a downpour of rain,
And leaves on her wood a damp, wet, stain.
It makes me weep looking at her state.
She’s so tired, I can just tell.
But her embraces are like hugs,
For even the plants and the bugs.
So I can’t yet bid her farewell.
Because at the end of the day,
when I know she’ll hide me away,
Everything will be just okay.
By Chase O’Bryan ’29
Image Credit: Goucher College
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