The gazebo is a place of solitude, I know,
a screened place where one's thoughts grow,
and rhododendron with showy flowers stand high
upon the surrounding ground pointed to the sky.
The gazebo is a tranquil place I love,
anointed by the power of nature and peace above.
It is a place where, surely, others yearn
and welcomes still those who may be stern.
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